I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future - the timelessness of the rocks and the hills - all the people who have existed there.

Believe in yourself and believe in love. Love something.

If you clean it up, get analytical, all the subtle joy and emotion you felt in the first place goes flying out the window.

I surrender to the world of my imagination, reenacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare.

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

My struggle is to preserve that abstract flash - like something you caught out of the corner of your eye, but in the picture you can look at it directly.

It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a frozen moment.