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.

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

The early firings contained many stones.

It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.

Generally in New York, people just walk over you with no problem about that. Other countries, people want to resuscitate you, like, after a bit.

Photography is a way of putting distance between myself and the work which sometimes helps me to see more clearly what it is that I have made.

Ephemeral work made outside, for and about a day, lies at the core of my art and its making must be kept private.