One of the beauties of art is that it reflects an artist's entire life. What I've learned over the past 30 years is really beginning to inform what I make. I hope that process continues until I die.
There are occasions when I have moved boulders, but I'm reluctant to, especially ones that have been rooted in a place for many years.
Winter makes a bridge between one year and another and, in this case, one century and the next.
My art recognizes the human place, the human context - especially in Britain, which is a landscape so worked by people for thousands of years, written, deeply ingrained with the presence of people.
If you've ever come across a tree that you've lived with for many years and then one day it's blown over, there's incredible shock and violence about that.