My Work Comes First, Reasons For It

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

For Me Looking, Touching, Material, Place And Form Are All Inseparable From The Resulting Work. It Is Difficult To Say Where One Stops And Another Begins. Place Is Found By Walking, Direction Determined By Weather And Season. I Take The Opportunity Each Day Offers: If It Is Snowing, I Work In Snow, At Leaf-fall It Will Be Leaves; A Blown Over Tree Becomes A Source Of Twigs And Branches.

My Work Comes First, Reasons For It Follow.

I've Laid Down In Dried Up Streambeds, Leaving A Shadow. And Then, Five Minutes Later, It's Flash Flooded, And Where I Once Laid Is Now Running Water, Which Would've Washed Me Away, You Know? There's That Power And Danger Often In Places That Look So Calm And Pastoral To Begin With.

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.