The essence of drawing is the line exploring space.
A stone is ingrained with geological and historical memories.
A snowball is simple, direct and familiar to most of us. I use this simplicity as a container for feelings and ideas that function on many levels.
The things that I make are that which a person will make. They’re not meant to mimic nature. They are nothing but the result of a hand of a person.
I’m dealing with the most important things there are: life and nature. If this doesn’t work, if this doesn’t sustain me, I can’t go back to nature. I’m right there. There’s nowhere to go, and that frightens me.
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.
As with all my work, whether it’s a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I’m trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone.
I’m not a performer, in that I don’t like the public, but I work in that respect.
Ephemeral work made outside, for and about a day, lies at the core of my art and its making must be kept private.
I think that I’m always trying to get beyond the surface appearance of things, to go beyond what I can just see.
Confrontation is something that I accept as part of the project though not its purpose.
You must have something new in a landscape as well as something old, something that’s dying and something that’s being born.