I guess there could be far worse things to be consumed by than carving abstract forms in stone. For me, the attraction and the meaning is in the transformation, from dirty rock to smooth sculpture. While the lines and planes gradually shift and settle, a part of me follows the process with a detached curiosity. Often I lose myself in a cloud of dust, following the sequence of reduction, only to be awakened hours later by an exhausted body and a hungry belly.
Somehow the whole process, however painful, is satisfying enough for me to want to do it over and over again, chasing new and different forms.