Ten years ago in the pouring rain my bronze figures for the city of
arrived from the foundry. By the time they were off loaded and hoisted in position, I was wet through to the skin. Moreover, Leeds Leeds rain is cold rain, not like the warm showers that fall on . Dominica
The look of anxiety on my face reflects the tension that accompanies this final moment of truth. Up to then, the figures had only been seen by a select few, either in the confines of my studio or amongst the clutter of the foundry floor. Now they are out in the open and exposed to the gaze to their rightful owners – the man, woman and child in the street.