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My Sculpture Can Last For Days Or A Few Seconds - What Is Important To Me Is The Experience Of Making. I Leave All My Work Outside And Often Return To Watch It Decay.

I Have To Understand The Nature Of Change. And I Cannot Just Work With Stone Or The More Permanent Materials. I Need To Work With Leaves And Ice And Snow And Mud And Clay And Water And The Rising Tide And The Wind And All These.

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.

I Love The Winter. Well, I Love All The Seasons, But The Winter Is Possibly One Of The Most Intense.

I Think I Have Been Fashioned By The Fickle Weather Of Britain That It Is - It's Forever Changing. There's No Kind Of Constant Sun Or Dry Weather Or Freezing Weather, And I'm Always Having To Change And Adapt To That.