The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The stones in your driveway may have come from the slaves who spend all day breaking rocks because it's cheaper for the company to get them from India, where the labor is free. We are all connected. And we all have human value. That's what my work is about.
I've got a feeling that with the best coppers - and in fact the best people in any field of work - what sets them apart is a maverick quality. People who are not afraid to bend the rules in order to achieve the universally desired end.
As with all my work, whether it's a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I'm trying to get beneath the surface appearance of things. Working the surface of a stone is an attempt to understand the internal energy of the stone.
Then hast our the Red Stone perfect with less labour, expense of time and costs, for the which ever thank God.
As the builders say, the larger stones do not lie well without the lesser.
Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.
A skilled worker, regardless of the job description, remains a treasure.
Everything had to be done in-between Stones time.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.