I've been thinking about time. I suppose it began in the Pacific, although I didn't realise it at the then. We were sailing across the ocean, far from land. The wind had dropped and everyone had decided to get into the water to cool off. I was on watch, so I went in last, just as everyone else was getting out. Then the wind picked up. With the mainsail still up, the boat began to move away from me. At first the crew were shouting for me to swim faster. They were all leaning over the back of...

This isn't a blog in the traditional sense. It isn't simply a record of exhibitions or new work. Instead, it is a place to think aloud.

Where does one state end and another begin? Much of my work exists at these moments of transition: between balance and collapse, private and public, domestic and political. The Edge explores why these thresholds continue to occupy my thinking and how they shape both my sculpture and my understanding of the world.