I can't edit the materials I work with. My remit is to work with nature as a whole.

If I had to describe my work in one word, that word would be time.

The first snowball I froze was put in my mother's deep freeze when I was in my early 20s.

Ideas must be put to the test. That's why we make things; otherwise they would be no more than ideas. There is often a huge difference between an idea and its realization. I've had what I thought were great ideas that just didn't work.

When it does get below freezing and there is - it's cold enough for ice to form, then that changes the whole landscape, and it makes the landscape a different landscape to the one that I worked with previously. And I want to understand that. But the big tension of the ice works is that they're often made when it's cold enough to freeze one piece of ice to another.

A lot of my work is like picking potatoes; you have to get into the rhythm of it. It is different than patience. It is not thinking. It is working with the rhythm.

Nature, for me is raw and dangerous and difficult and beautiful and unnerving.