I go way beyond just the wood and stone but to the process of growth and farming and the tensions between the two.

Time confined into blind caves or extended through tunnels, responds to the call of infinity, which teases with its promise of freedom. outside the body, time is a pair of compasses in the hands of eternity, but inside it is a pendulum, fastened to the heart. the heart takes its measure from the lengthening swing of the pendulum surveying what time is left. in its own rhythm time spreads itself wildly here and there and is crippled elsewhere. its unequally distributed weight wounds my body - that is how the particularities of my life are manifest.

I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.

The things that I make are that which a person will make. They're not meant to mimic nature. They are nothing but the result of a hand of a person.

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

Everything has the energy of its making inside it.

The main source of my income is through the commissions of the large-scale works and big sculptures, the projects.