It's Art That's Taught Me To Think

When I Was At Art School, A Lot Of Art Education Is About Art Being A Means Of Self-expression, And As An 18-year-old I Didn't Know If I Had A Huge Amount I Wanted To Express. It Was A Big Moment When I Decided I Wanted To Shift The Emphasis Or The Intention Of My Art From Something I Disgorged Myself Upon And Something That Actually Fed Me Or Made Me See The World Or Understand The World.

If You Repeat Something, It Can Become Pointless. Some Things Can Repeat And Be Endlessly Fascinating.

If I Had To Describe My Work In One Word, That Word Would Be Time.

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.

People Also Leave Presence In A Place Even When They Are No Longer There.