People Are The Nature Of The City,

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.

Sometimes You Need To Stop Doing Something To Really See It Afresh.

I Can't Edit The Materials I Work With. My Remit Is To Work With Nature As A Whole. I Find Nature As A Whole Disturbing. Nature Can Be Harsh – Difficult And Brutal, As Well As Beautiful. You Couldn't Walk Five Minutes From Here Without Coming Across Something That Is Dead Or Decaying.

I'm Cautious About Using Fire. It Can Become Theatrical. I Am Interested In The Heat, Not The Flames.

We Leave Our Presence In The Pavement. We're Walking Over It, Sitting On Steps.