As You Grow Older You Realize That

Not Being Able To Touch Is Sometimes As Interesting As Being Able To Touch.

I Am Not A Performer But Occasionally I Deliberately Work In A Public Context. Some Sculptures Need The Movement Of People Around Them To Work.

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.

I Go Way Beyond Just The Wood And Stone But To The Process Of Growth And Farming And The Tensions Between The Two.

I Knew The Tree When It Grew, And The Tree Is Now Gone. The Farmers Cut It Up, And It's Become Firewood. And There's This Tremendous Sense Of Absence And Shock And Violence Attendant To That Collapsing Tree.