Art is not a career - it's a life.

We often forget that we are nature.

I take the opportunity each day offers.

The early firings contained many stones.

My work comes first, reasons for it follow.

Complete control can be the death of a work.

I enjoy working in a quiet and subversive way.

It's art that's taught me to think and to write.

Everything has the energy of its making inside it.

The essence of drawing is the line exploring space.

It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.

A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.

Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.

Art for me is a form of nourishment. I need the land. I need it.

If I had to describe my work in one word, that word would be time.

Sometimes you need to stop doing something to really see it afresh.

I'm very fortunate to be able to do what I do and live the way I do.

People are the nature of the city, and you can feel it in the pavement.

People also leave presence in a place even when they are no longer there.

Not being able to touch is sometimes as interesting as being able to touch.

Design implies a sense of mapping something out and then you follow the plan.

Nature, for me is raw and dangerous and difficult and beautiful and unnerving.

We leave our presence in the pavement. We're walking over it, sitting on steps.

Beauty is what sustains things, although beauty is underwritten by pain and fear.

I'm not a performer, in that I don't like the public, but I work in that respect.

I can't edit the materials I work with. My remit is to work with nature as a whole.

Confrontation is something that I accept as part of the project though not its purpose.

I did tests on small stones before collecting and committing myself to the larger ones.

The reason why the stone is red is its iron content, which is also why our blood is red.

The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.

Fire is the origin of stone.By working the stone with heat, I am returning it to its source.

Fire is the origin of stone. By working the stone with heat, I am returning it to its source.

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.

I'm cautious about using fire. It can become theatrical. I am interested in the heat, not the flames.

If you lay in the rain, every rain shower, storm, whatever, is different. Every surface is different.

If you repeat something, it can become pointless. Some things can repeat and be endlessly fascinating.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

It's just that when I work on someone else's land, it makes me aware of the social nature of that landscape.

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.

When I do the permanent projects or the big projects, when a work is finished, that's the beginning of its life.

Ephemeral work made outside, for and about a day, lies at the core of my art and its making must be kept private.

The main source of my income is through the commissions of the large-scale works and big sculptures, the projects.

I go way beyond just the wood and stone but to the process of growth and farming and the tensions between the two.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

I think that any sculpture is a response to its environment. It can be brought to life or put to sleep by the environment.

You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that's dying and something that's being born.

Time gives growth, it gives continuity and it gives change. And in the case of some sculptures, time gives a patina to them.

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