We'll just have less space and higher bills,' grumbles Dinos. Insouciance is something of a calling card for Young British Artists, so I approached some of art's more senior figures. Patrick Caulfield, who lives in an exclusive square in north London, has a bare, white-walled studio on the second floor. He also has a few hang-ups about the room. The work in progress, which he says is about 'hotels', faces the wall.
Unfinished works remain private.
The sign on the shelf, reading 'Absolut Caulfield' referring to the vodka, is in keeping with the faint smell of whisky that warms the place. Among the limited clutter is a stereo, a set of country and western tapes, and a book of nineteenth-century battles. There is a Wild Bunch poster on the wall, in Spanish. It doesn't matter what circumstances you work in. If I haven't got an idea of what to paint, I can hardly bear to climb the stairs to the studio.