People Do Not Realise That

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.

The Hardened Mass Of Liquid Stones Had Much Stronger Qualities Than Those Which Had Simply Torn. The Skin Remained A Recognisable Part Of The Molten Stone.

Snow Provokes Responses That Reach Right Back To Childhood.

Complete Control Can Be The Death Of A Work.

If You Repeat Something, It Can Become Pointless. Some Things Can Repeat And Be Endlessly Fascinating.