I'm fascinated by sex aids. Sleek, stylised, sometimes grotesque re-configurings of female anatomy, they're at once alien and seductively intimate, intended for nothing else but sexual stimulation. My collection is modest, so to speak, but over the years I've acquired all sorts of arcane and complexly engineered pieces. I'm surprised they haven't turned up in my work. Many are sculptural – silicon maquettes of shapes that have stimulated my subconscious since I was a teenager.
Do I actually use them? That's something a girl likes to keep to – or is it in? – herself.