I like to breath life into inert matter

 

It started with clay, then wax and, more recently, plaster

 

A few years ago, I woke up to the potential of ordinary things and I became attracted to the challenge of using what might otherwise have been discarded

 

Sometimes, I mould plaster in these things. Then I work the resulting piece as though it were stone, enjoying the play of light and shade on whiteness

 

I also like to work with a place, making it my own; ideally with the slightest of changes

 

Or I might detect signs of life in cracks in the pavings or in a patchwork of tarmac repairs or a heap of pipes in the street

 

There'll be other things: a strong feeling; an idea; a commission. Or I might just play about

 

But movement, rhythm and tension are never far away, hinting at what it is to be alive