A Stone Is Ingrained With

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.

I'm Dealing With The Most Important Things There Are: Life And Nature. If This Doesn't Work, If This Doesn't Sustain Me, I Can't Go Back To Nature. I'm Right There. There's Nowhere To Go, And That Frightens Me.

I Think That Any Sculpture Is A Response To Its Environment. It Can Be Brought To Life Or Put To Sleep By The Environment.

At Its Most Successful, My 'touch' Looks Into The Heart Of Nature; Most Days I Don't Even Get Close. These Things Are All Part Of A Transient Process That I Cannot Understand Unless My Touch Is Also Transient - Only In This Way Can The Cycle Remain Unbroken And The Process Be Complete.

Art Is Not A Career - It's A Life.