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

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.

A lot of my works deal with a passage, which is about time. I don't see anything that I do as a static object in space. It has to exist as a journey in time.

I cannot force a design; I do not see this process as being under my conscious control.

The definition of a modern approach to war is the acknowledgement of individual lives lost.

If we forget what used to be, then we’ve lost an ability to really be sensitive to our surroundings.

The role of art in society differs for every artist.