Making sculpture keeps me in touch with my earlier unselfconscious self where the world had a connectedness: the birds to the trees to the sky. It is a way of losing myself in that world again. A world of shapes, light and texture. Capable of banishing anxiety and bringing air to my lungs. I try to give my sculptures a freedom to become themselves and creativity, at it’s best, evolves freely and in a space of it’s own. The intensity of the process with the fire, and crackle and spitting of the steel focuses my memory and sense of mystery of the intangible wonder of early childhood. I relish the contrast between the strong physicality of the work and the fleeting butterfly of my intuitions and ideas.