The sculptures are now in London and the studio bare. It is a strange feeling to sweep the floor; all the babies gone. Those ideas that have filled my mind and life, both mentally and physically for a year, are gone. I find it a curious and wonderful thing that those thoughts have been translated into marble; frozen in perpetuity and then migrated, who knows where? Am I sad to see them go? No, not really. I have noted many times that my sculptures get bought by people who love them and with whom I, perhaps inevitably, feel an empathy.