Some Of The Snowballs Have A Kind

There Are Occasions When I Have Moved Boulders, But I'm Reluctant To, Especially Ones That Have Been Rooted In A Place For Many Years.

Movement, Change, Light, Growth And Decay Are The Lifeblood Of Nature, The Energies That I I Try To Tap Through My Work. I Need The Shock Of Touch, The Resistance Of Place, Materials And Weather, The Earth As My Source. Nature Is In A State Of Change And That Change Is The Key To Understanding. I Want My Art To Be Sensitive And Alert To Changes In Material, Season And Weather. Each Work Grows, Stays, Decays. Process And Decay Are Implicit. Transience In My Work Reflects What I Find In Nature.

It's Frightening And Unnerving To Watch A Stone Melt.

When I Make A Work, I Often Take It To The Very Edge Of Its Collapse, And That's A Very Beautiful Balance.

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.