Extraordinary Ordinary Rocks

Pockets full of rocks. They are a connection to myself and to the place I live. Inside them is the bone of matter. Outside they are elegant, clumsy or profound – each its own strong character. I have spotted a rock at the top of the mountain, carried it down and surprisingly, found its other half at the bottom of the same mountain. In some ways I see them as readymades, until I begin the long process of casting them in many different materials.