Snow Provokes Responses That Reach Right Back

Occasionally I Have Come Across A Last Patch Of Snow On Top Of A Mountain In Late May Or June. There's Something Very Powerful About Finding Snow In Summer.

I Think I Have Been Fashioned By The Fickle Weather Of Britain That It Is - It's Forever Changing. There's No Kind Of Constant Sun Or Dry Weather Or Freezing Weather, And I'm Always Having To Change And Adapt To That.

I Am Not A Performer But Occasionally I Deliberately Work In A Public Context. Some Sculptures Need The Movement Of People Around Them To Work.

I See My Work Plagiarized In Gardening Programmes And Decorating Programmes And Car Adverts, And I Suppose I Have To Accept That's Just The Way Art Gets Assimilated Into Culture.

I Take The Opportunity Each Day Offers.