All pieces in this series were created during my daily walks around Brooklyn. I walk about 4 miles, sometimes more, but I never plan my route and I never know ahead of time what I will create, if anything at all. I carry no tools or materials, so as not to predetermine what I will make, and I depend entirely on what I find along the way. Almost always something strikes me: a pile of stones excavated by utility workers, baseball diamonds just after they have been raked, or paint flakes that peeled off the outer walls of a church. The pieces I make are almost always rather small and their structure simple, though it is not a rule. There are no rules . Sometimes, working on any given street, but especially in the park, people stop to comment. On rare occasions, a discussion ensues, and I find this tremendously rewarding. But mostly, especially when I set to work in the less inhabited parts of Brooklyn, it's almost certain nobody else will ever see the piece, and the solitude and concentration are nearly total, adding a meditative quality to the process. Often the structure is so fragile it barely lasts the process of putting it together. Had it not been photographed, one would never have been able to say it ever existed.
