We Leave Our Presence In

Understanding The Materials I Work With... Gives Me A Deeper Understanding Of My Place. And It's Helped Me Make Sense Of The Changes That Are Happening To Me As I Grow Older.

It's Art That's Taught Me To Think And To Write.

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.

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.

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.