I want to get under the surface. When I work with a leaf, rock, stick, it is not just that material in itself, it is an opening into the processes of life within and around it. When I leave it, these processes continue.

Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.

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

Art for me is a form of nourishment. I need the land. I need it.

There is life in a stone. Any stone that sits in a field or lies on a beach takes on the memory of that place. You can feel that stones have witnessed so many things.

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

I'm very fortunate to be able to do what I do and live the way I do.