Everything Has The Energy Of Its Making

I Want To Get Under The Surface. When I Work With A Leaf, Rock, Stick, It Is Not Just That Material In Itself, It Is An Opening Into The Processes Of Life Within And Around It. When I Leave It, These Processes Continue.

I Have Six Acres In Front Of My Own House, Which I Very Rarely Work On. Most Of The Work Occurs On Farmers' Fields Around Me. And I Like The Discipline Of Working On Other People's Land.

If You Repeat Something, It Can Become Pointless. Some Things Can Repeat And Be Endlessly Fascinating.

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.

As You Grow Older You Realize That Art Has An Enormous Effect. It's Frightening Sometimes To Think Of The Effect That We Can Have.