We Often Forget That We Are Nature.

At Its Most Successful, My 'touch' Looks Into The Heart Of Nature; Most Days I Don't Even Get Close. These Things Are All Part Of A Transient Process That I Cannot Understand Unless My Touch Is Also Transient - Only In This Way Can The Cycle Remain Unbroken And The Process Be Complete.

There's A Huge Number Of Things That Are Occurring With The Ice Works Which Fascinate Me Enormously, But It's Driven By This Kind Of Frantic Race Against Time. And Whilst That Creates A Huge Amount Of Tension And Problems, It's A Tension That I Think I Feed Off.

The Essence Of Drawing Is The Line Exploring Space.

I Think I Have Been Fashioned By The Fickle Weather Of Britain That It Is - It's Forever Changing. There's No Kind Of Constant Sun Or Dry Weather Or Freezing Weather, And I'm Always Having To Change And Adapt To That.

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.