For a wee while now I have been quite concerned that I don't know what my next sculpture is going to be. Thoughts similar to this have bothered me on and off for years. This is probably quite common for artists, I would imagine. Its not that I am short of inspiration, my work is autobiographical and is very much a direct translation from daily life. I am certainly not short of material to consider - as I write this I am suffering a compression fracture in my spine. I have unfinished sculptures in the studio and in my bedroom awaiting work, so it's not that I am not occupied, I have been incredibly busy, especially this week, but there is still this uncomfortable relationship between my studio work and myself.