From an early age in my existence as ‘an artist’, I worried about inconsistency. Many years later I understood that my preoccupations were cyclical, or circular, or always re-appeared. So that was interesting & now I think also that I, or my work am/is responsive. Responding to circumstance or place or invitation or opportunity, or anything a little bit interesting; and that in that way I may resemble a chameleon

Now, many years later; consistency is not such a valued commodity anyway — I hail the death of style.