'Often it's the last thing I do before leaving the studio that's the best thing – sometimes the only thing. It's a last desperate crazy act almost – or is it? Last night it was the skirt. I'd been eyeing up a lumbering piece of paper with painting residue and doodles – some figures, names and notes; splattered outlines from templates: blue, red, black; some tested watery brush marks. It was calling out to be a clumsy skirt. Buff–coloured sugar paper, which I first attached – clumsily to pink tape, and dismantled because not quite right, then put together again....