I did tests on small stones before collecting and committing myself to the larger ones.

Nature, for me is raw and dangerous and difficult and beautiful and unnerving.

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

For me looking, touching, material, place and form are all inseparable from the resulting work. It is difficult to say where one stops and another begins. Place is found by walking, direction determined by weather and season. I take the opportunity each day offers: if it is snowing, I work in snow, at leaf-fall it will be leaves; a blown over tree becomes a source of twigs and branches.

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.

As with all my work, whether it's a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I'm trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone.

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