A Snowball Is Simple, Direct And Familiar

Generally In New York, People Just Walk Over You With No Problem About That. Other Countries, People Want To Resuscitate You, Like, After A Bit.

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 Process Of Growth Is Obviously Critical To My Understanding Of The Land And Myself. So The Process Is Far More Unpredictable With Far More Compromises With The Day, The Weather, The Material.

The Underlying Tension Of A Lot Of My Art Is To Try And Look Through The Surface Appearance Of Things. Inevitably, One Way Of Getting Beneath The Surface Is To Introduce A Hole, A Window Into What Lies Below.

I Did Tests On Small Stones Before Collecting And Committing Myself To The Larger Ones.