I have always had a thing about Turner and Cezanne. The former, the archetypal Englishman with a love of Venice, amongst other things. The latter, southern French who somehow painted with… girders. Bathers with girders.

When I look at a Turner, it looks as though he’s lost control but has got it back with a brushstroke or two, just enough to make it. Genius really. With Cezanne you can almost feel his struggle, the endless hours.

Who am I most like? I would like to say Turner, naturally. He was English, a natural. However, perhaps I can relate more to Cezanne. There’s something about him, his friendship with Zola, those dozens of painting of Mont Sainte Victoire, seeing something different at different times of day. Turner and Cezanne were both groundbreaking geniuses: If I could have just a touch of their ability, I would be satisfied.

And another thing. Look out for A3 size paintings on ebay and elsewhere, that’s 297mm x 420mm in new money.