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

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

When I do the permanent projects or the big projects, when a work is finished, that's the beginning of its life.

Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.

Stones are checked every so often to see if any have split or at worst exploded. An explosion can leave debris in the elements so the firing has to be abandoned.

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.

Everything has the energy of its making inside it.