I Love The Winter. Well,

The Reason Why The Stone Is Red Is Its Iron Content, Which Is Also Why Our Blood Is Red.

A Lot Of My Work Is Like Picking Potatoes; You Have To Get Into The Rhythm Of It. It Is Different Than Patience. It Is Not Thinking. It Is Working With The Rhythm.

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

I Think That I'm Always Trying To Get Beyond The Surface Appearance Of Things, To Go Beyond What I Can Just See.

Winter Makes A Bridge Between One Year And Another And, In This Case, One Century And The Next.