People Also Leave Presence In A Place

I'm An Artist Living In A Small, Scottish Village. So One Would Expect To Be Treated With Some Sort Of Caution. And The Village And The Farmers Have Shown Enormous Tolerance Of Me And Interest In What I Do. I Mean, They Don't Necessarily Understand What I'm Doing All The Time. But They, You Know, I Think They Respect What I Do And That There Is A Connection Between What They Do With The Land And What I Do, You Know, That We're Both Dependent On Weather And Respond To That.

The Things That I Make Are That Which A Person Will Make. They're Not Meant To Mimic Nature. They Are Nothing But The Result Of A Hand Of A Person.

If I Had To Describe My Work In One Word, That Word Would Be Time.

Beauty Is What Sustains Things, Although Beauty Is Underwritten By Pain And Fear.

I've Laid Down In Dried Up Streambeds, Leaving A Shadow. And Then, Five Minutes Later, It's Flash Flooded, And Where I Once Laid Is Now Running Water, Which Would've Washed Me Away, You Know? There's That Power And Danger Often In Places That Look So Calm And Pastoral To Begin With.