People Do Not Realise That Many Of

We Often Forget That We Are Nature.

If You Lay In The Rain, Every Rain Shower, Storm, Whatever, Is Different. Every Surface Is Different.

Nature, For Me Is Raw And Dangerous And Difficult And Beautiful And Unnerving.

Winter Makes A Bridge Between One Year And Another And, In This Case, One Century And The Next.

Looking, Touching, Material, Place And Form Are All Inseparable From The Resulting Work. It Is Difficult To Say Where One Stops And Another Begins. The Energy And Space Around A Material Are As Important As The Energy And Space Within. The Weather--rain, Sun, Snow, Hail, Mist, Calm--is That External Space Made Visible. When I Touch A Rock, I Am Touching And Working The Space Around It. It Is Not Independent Of Its Surroundings, And The Way It Sits Tells How It Came To Be There.