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

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

Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.

The process of growth is obviously critical to my understanding of the land and myself. So the process is far more unpredictable with far more compromises with the day, the weather, the material.

I take the opportunity each day offers.

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.

If I'm going to understand the land, I have to understand the wind, the snow, the rain, the leaves, the ice, and changes in temperature. It just reflects a reality for me.