It Terrified Me To Have An Idea

I Was Always Making Things. Even Though Art Was What I Did Every Day, It Didn't Even Occur To Me That I Would Be An Artist.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

Our Lives Are Given Meaning By Our Actions-accomplishments Made While We Are "here" That Extend Beyond Our Own Time.

In Art Or Architecture Your Project Is Only Done When You Say It's Done. If You Want To Rip It Apart At The Eleventh Hour And Start All Over Again, You Never Finish. I Was One Of Those Crazy Creatures.

I Begin By Imagining An Artwork Verbally. I Try To Describe In Writing What The Project Is, What It Is Trying To Do. I Need To Understand The Artwork Without Giving It A Specific Materiality Or Solid Form.