I Enjoy Working In A Quiet And

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.

The Early Firings Contained Many Stones.

Photography Is A Way Of Putting Distance Between Myself And The Work Which Sometimes Helps Me To See More Clearly What It Is That I Have Made.

Ephemeral Work Made Outside, For And About A Day, Lies At The Core Of My Art And Its Making Must Be Kept Private.

As You Grow Older You Realize That Art Has An Enormous Effect. It's Frightening Sometimes To Think Of The Effect That We Can Have.