In art or architecture your project is only done when you say it's done. If you want to rip it apart at the eleventh hour and start all over again, you never finish. I was one of those crazy creatures.

I always say I'm no different than a 19th-century landscape painter, it's just that we have these incredible tools to look at the Earth and look at the world around us differently.

Our lives are given meaning by our actions-accomplishments made while we are "here" that extend beyond our own time.

We were unusually brought up; there was no gender differentiation. I was never thought of as any less than my brother.

To fly, we have to have resistance. It's all about turbulence. Reacting to images of wave patterns in fluid motion.

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.

Some artists want to confront. Some want to invoke thought. They're all necessary and they're all valid.