One thing that changed when I moved upstate was that I became interested in different materials. I started making the stone benches because I was seeing rocks.
It's necessary to start most work alone. But I'm tickled to death when I can pull somebody in or join someone, whether it's borrowing poetry or traveling with an associate.
One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.
I get up about four times a night and go back to sleep, or not. Then I swill tea around 8 a.m. I answer e-mail, while I stall thinking about whatever scares me.
I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.
The most profound things are inexpressible.
