Even In Winter An Isolated Patch Of

I Think I Have Been Fashioned By The Fickle Weather Of Britain That It Is - It's Forever Changing. There's No Kind Of Constant Sun Or Dry Weather Or Freezing Weather, And I'm Always Having To Change And Adapt To That.

When I Was At Art School, A Lot Of Art Education Is About Art Being A Means Of Self-expression, And As An 18-year-old I Didn't Know If I Had A Huge Amount I Wanted To Express. It Was A Big Moment When I Decided I Wanted To Shift The Emphasis Or The Intention Of My Art From Something I Disgorged Myself Upon And Something That Actually Fed Me Or Made Me See The World Or Understand The World.

Art For Me Is A Form Of Nourishment. I Need The Land. I Need It.

It's Just That When I Work On Someone Else's Land, It Makes Me Aware Of The Social Nature Of That Landscape.

There's A Huge Number Of Things That Are Occurring With The Ice Works Which Fascinate Me Enormously, But It's Driven By This Kind Of Frantic Race Against Time. And Whilst That Creates A Huge Amount Of Tension And Problems, It's A Tension That I Think I Feed Off.