Sometimes you have to stop thinking. Sometimes you shut down completely. I think that's true in any creative field.

I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.

It terrified me to have an idea that was solely mine to be no longer a part of my mind, but totally public.

I didn't have anyone to play with so I made up my own world.

Sometimes I think creativity is magic; it's not a matter of finding an idea, but allowing the idea to find you.

I do not think you can find a reason for everything you make.

I do think the smaller-scale studio works have that incredible love of data crunching, whereas I would say the large-scale earthworks tend to be much more stripped-down. With the mappings, as connected as they are to a much more analytical idea, what's a map? And can I make a map about time? I think the first time was Hurricane Sandy, the flood plane; a moment in time, but indelibly marked on any of us who were in the city. Mapping time is something that I'm really interested in.