My Work Comes First, Reasons For It

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.

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

Beauty Is What Sustains Things, Although Beauty Is Underwritten By Pain And Fear.

Even In Winter An Isolated Patch Of Snow Has A Special Quality.

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.