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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.

It Takes Between Three And Six Hours To Make Each Snowball, Depending On Snow Quality. Wet Snow Is Quick To Work With But Also Quick To Thaw, Which Can Lead To A Tense Journey To The Cold Store.

My Approach To Photograph Is Kept Simple, Almost Routine. All Work, Good And Bad, Is Documented. I Use Standard Film, A Standard Lens And No Filters. Each Work Grows, Strays, Decays-integral Parts Of A Cycle Which The Photograph Shows At Its Height, Marking The Moment When The Work Is Most Alive. There Is An Intensity About A Work At Its Peak That I Hope Is Expresses In The Image. Process And Decay Are Implicit.

The Stones Tear Like Flesh, Rather Than Breaking. Although What Happens Is Violent, It Is A Violence That Is In Stone. A Tear Is More Unnerving Than A Break.

It's Frightening And Unnerving To Watch A Stone Melt.