For all that I've done this forever, it remains strange. How will I ever get those fists to slip into to the places they belong? The sculpture is about things that live below the surface, but surface is all I have to work with. Who is this woman, this woman I pretend isn't marble? How much of what I do is pretend? It's such a relief to know that the stone doesn't care. Nothing personal, buddy. You just go ahead and work it out. I've got more time than you do.