One holiday as a child we visited a big ruined house with a black and white tiled floor. Through an opening in the rear of the house I found myself looking down on a great pale statue of a rearing horse in an abandoned courtyard.

Reflections on sculpture in landscape brought the incident–familiar from my dreams–back. Making sense of art, and navigating new surroundings, overlap in the experience of moving through a landscape. We grasp our surroundings through movement. We look to landmarks in a way that underlies looking at sculpture.

When Merleau-Ponty writes, after Husserl; 'It is the body that captures and comprehends movement...consciousness is not...a matter of "I think that' but "I can."' - he detaches from the Cartesian tradition and reasserts the view of the peripatetics. The ability to acquire, understand and apply knowledge and skills comes from physical activity. The body image as "I can" is of primordial significance for sculpture: Movement is our condition.