Art For Me Is A Form Of

I Take The Opportunity Each Day Offers.

As With All My Work, Whether It's A Leaf On A Rock Or Ice On A Rock, I'm Trying To Get Beneath The Surface Appearance Of Things. Working The Surface Of A Stone Is An Attempt To Understand The Internal Energy Of The Stone.

I Love The Winter. Well, I Love All The Seasons, But The Winter Is Possibly One Of The Most Intense.

Occasionally I Have Come Across A Last Patch Of Snow On Top Of A Mountain In Late May Or June. There's Something Very Powerful About Finding Snow In Summer.

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.