Even In Winter An Isolated

I Want To Get Under The Surface. When I Work With A Leaf, Rock, Stick, It Is Not Just That Material In Itself, It Is An Opening Into The Processes Of Life Within And Around It. When I Leave It, These Processes Continue.

Three Or Four Stones In One Firing Will All React Differently. I Try To Achieve A Balance Between Those That Haven't Progressed Enough And Those About To Go Too Far.

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.

The Difference Between A Theatre With And Without An Audience Is Enormous. There Is A Palpable, Critical Energy Created By The Presence Of The Audience.

I'm An Artist Living In A Small, Scottish Village. So One Would Expect To Be Treated With Some Sort Of Caution. And The Village And The Farmers Have Shown Enormous Tolerance Of Me And Interest In What I Do. I Mean, They Don't Necessarily Understand What I'm Doing All The Time. But They, You Know, I Think They Respect What I Do And That There Is A Connection Between What They Do With The Land And What I Do, You Know, That We're Both Dependent On Weather And Respond To That.