Movement, Change, Light, Growth, And Decay Are

Ephemeral Work Made Outside, For And About A Day, Lies At The Core Of My Art And Its Making Must Be Kept Private.

A Stone Is Ingrained With Geological And Historical Memories.

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.

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.

Nature, For Me Is Raw And Dangerous And Difficult And Beautiful And Unnerving.