I've always been troubled by the term "natural history." Doesn't it seem as though the processes which transform nature are too indifferent to constitute the kind of narrative we call "history?" On the other hand, those processes are so incredibly patterned. Doesn't that orderliness indicate an action that is organized and directed?
These are the critical issues that motivate my sculpture. By negotiating correspondences between what I do to materials in my studio and what geology, physics and time do to them in the world outside, I try to make work that taps into the uneasy sense of design which undergirds both nature and history.