I See My Work Plagiarized In Gardening

I Knew The Tree When It Grew, And The Tree Is Now Gone. The Farmers Cut It Up, And It's Become Firewood. And There's This Tremendous Sense Of Absence And Shock And Violence Attendant To That Collapsing Tree.

Three Or Four Stones In One Firing Will All React Differently. I Try To Achieve A Balance Between Those That Haven't Progressed Enough And Those About To Go Too Far.

The Process Of Growth Is Obviously Critical To My Understanding Of The Land And Myself. So The Process Is Far More Unpredictable With Far More Compromises With The Day, The Weather, The Material.

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.

If I'm Going To Understand The Land, I Have To Understand The Wind, The Snow, The Rain, The Leaves, The Ice, And Changes In Temperature. It Just Reflects A Reality For Me.