Night at the Lost Gardens of Heligan

"All my early memories are of forms and shapes, and textures.  Moving through and over the West Riding landscape with my father in his car, the hills were sculptures; the roads defined the form.  Above all, there was the sensation of moving physically over the contours of fullnesses and concavities, through the hollows and over peaks - feeling, touching, seeing through mind and hand and eye.  This sensation has never left me.  I, the sculptor,  am the landscape.  I am form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour."