There are occasions when I have moved boulders, but I'm reluctant to, especially ones that have been rooted in a place for many years.

The reason why the stone is red is its iron content, which is also why our blood is red.

The stones tear like flesh, rather than breaking. Although what happens is violent, it is a violence that is in stone. A tear is more unnerving than a break.

When I make a work, I often take it to the very edge of its collapse, and that's a very beautiful balance.

If you repeat something, it can become pointless. Some things can repeat and be endlessly fascinating.

I have worked with this red all over the world - in Japan, California, France, Britain, Australia - a vein running round the earth. It has taught me about the flow, energy and life that connects one place with another.

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.