People are the nature of the city, and you can feel it in the pavement.

The early firings contained many stones.

We leave our presence in the pavement. We're walking over it, sitting on steps.

At its most successful, my 'touch' looks into the heart of nature; most days I don't even get close. These things are all part of a transient process that I cannot understand unless my touch is also transient - only in this way can the cycle remain unbroken and the process be complete.

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.

It's just that when I work on someone else's land, it makes me aware of the social nature of that landscape.

Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.