“‘It always was about sex, not money,’ she said. ‘Sex was what held me in bed and got me out of it again in the morning. But now it’s fading fast. I don’t have the same craziness about sex that I had – I’m more interested in ideas.’ The artist was haloed by a pink glow emanating from a neon piece in the next room. Its inscription read: ‘Oh Christ I just wanted you to f*** me and then I became greedy, I wanted you to love me.'”