Alexander Guy: This is an opportune moment to view and discuss the work
of the reclusive, private, and elusive artist, Donny Royale. Donny, one must be extremely tolerant not to take into account your notorelty as a ‘named and
shamed’ sex-offender while looking at this work, don’t you think? [silence]
I realize legally it was unproven, but the publicity that surrounded you last
summer in the tabloid press — when your debut exhibition Get fucked your fucking cunts resulted in a witch-hunt situation, a lynch-mob siege on your strange eerie studio-apartment here in Dundee — must make it exceptionally difficult to view the paintings purely objectively. How do you respond to this? In fact, how do you defend this work in these circumstances?
Donny Royale: Simple, because they’re good paintings.
AG: Could you possibly expand on the rather offensive or rather controversial subject matter of these works?
DR: Kids dress sexy now, can’t dispute it. On sunny days like yesterday little girls like strippers. On TV, Jesus Christ, you’ve got pop stars dressed like sexy kids, it’s all fucked-up. Drives me mad. I reckon it’s best that I just stay indoors — out of trouble: I don’t want to hurt someone... I mean, I don’t believe in God, never did me any favors [singing], so I my version of right and wrong,
salvation and damnation, went right out the fucking window, so it’s best if I stay well away from that park these days. Those little bitches who tease me will get me locked up for good. I just stay here painting, out of harm’s way, listening to my Gary Glitter stuff....[5 seconds gap]... And another thing, fuck you too, you pompoms, arrogant hypocrites, my paintings are better than yours and I hope all you sycophantic art fashion victims die of cancer, slowly. Is that tape still on?

Selected solo exhibitions: 2003: New Museum, New York; 2002: Dundee Contemporary Arts; Lewisham, London; 2000: Cowrads, Düsseldorf; 1999:
Lindig-Paludeto, Nurnberg.