“I imagine within me a dormant sense of ‘Englishness’ of which I am neither too consciously aware, (nor certainly reluctant to cultivate self-consciously). It is only in retrospect, and my looking at a group of sculptures made specifically for a particular exhibition, that ones preoccupation with subject, and a certain ‘spirit’ which might be called style, and which is inescapable, becomes clear.

Texture is reminiscent of weathered and aged rock and place: a sense of our history. A timeless and seamless link with our past, yet objects which (often with wry humour) are firmly anchored in my immediate present.”