I Didn't Have Anyone To Play With

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

I Left Science, Then I Went Into Art, But I Approach Things Very Analytically. I Choose To Pursue Both Art And Architecture As Completely Separate Fields Rather Than Merging Them.

We Know Under Nebraska There Is An Underground Aquifer That Is Probably Underneath The Whole State, But What Form Does It Take? I Kind Of Want To Focus On That, For Almost Political Means, Because We Keep Digging More Wells. We're Not Replenishing, And We're Having A Crisis In Water Around The World. But How Do You Visualize It? I Don't Know, So I Know What I Want To Study.

When I Was Very Little, We Would Get Letters From China, In Chinese, And They' Be Censored. We Were A Very Insular Little Family.

I Do Think The Smaller-scale Studio Works Have That Incredible Love Of Data Crunching, Whereas I Would Say The Large-scale Earthworks Tend To Be Much More Stripped-down. With The Mappings, As Connected As They Are To A Much More Analytical Idea, What's A Map? And Can I Make A Map About Time? I Think The First Time Was Hurricane Sandy, The Flood Plane; A Moment In Time, But Indelibly Marked On Any Of Us Who Were In The City. Mapping Time Is Something That I'm Really Interested In.