We Often Forget That We Are Nature.

One Of The Beauties Of Art Is That It Reflects An Artist's Entire Life. What I've Learned Over The Past 30 Years Is Really Beginning To Inform What I Make. I Hope That Process Continues Until I Die.

Once The Fired Stone Is Out Of The Kiln, It Is Still Possible To Mentally Reconstruct It In Its Original Form.

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.

I Want To Get Under The Surface. When I Work With A Leaf, Rock, Stick, It Is Not Just That Material In Itself, It Is An Opening Into The Processes Of Life Within And Around It. When I Leave It, These Processes Continue.

If You've Ever Come Across A Tree That You've Lived With For Many Years And Then One Day It's Blown Over, There's Incredible Shock And Violence About That.