It's all in how you arrange the thing... the careful balance of the design is the motion.

If somehow I can, before I leave this earth, combine my absolutely mad freedom and excitement with truth, then I will have done something.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show.

To have all your life's work and to have them along the wall, it's like walking in with no clothes on. It's terrible.

I can't work completely out of my imagination-I must put my foot in a bit of truth-and then I can fly free.

To be interested solely in technique would be a very superficial thing to me.

I think a person permeates a spot, and a lost presence makes the environment timeless to me, keeps an area alive. It pulsates because of that.