Complete Control Can Be The Death Of

I Love The Winter. Well, I Love All The Seasons, But The Winter Is Possibly One Of The Most Intense.

I've Laid Down In Dried Up Streambeds, Leaving A Shadow. And Then, Five Minutes Later, It's Flash Flooded, And Where I Once Laid Is Now Running Water, Which Would've Washed Me Away, You Know? There's That Power And Danger Often In Places That Look So Calm And Pastoral To Begin With.

Time Gives Growth, It Gives Continuity And It Gives Change. And In The Case Of Some Sculptures, Time Gives A Patina To Them.

A Lot Of My Work Is Like Picking Potatoes; You Have To Get Into The Rhythm Of It. It Is Different Than Patience. It Is Not Thinking. It Is Working With The Rhythm.

My Sculpture Can Last For Days Or A Few Seconds - What Is Important To Me Is The Experience Of Making. I Leave All My Work Outside And Often Return To Watch It Decay.