A train going through a landscape: it is something that happens countless times every day and night. A very ordinary subject for a sculpture one could say, but it is something I see as interesting, in how to bring out the poetry in an ordinary situation.

I have always thought trains cutting through the landscape to be in some ways an invasion of what can be an unspoiled location. I forgive them for this because they go by you quite quickly and the scene is back to normal, if you don’t count the tracks.

My Train in Landscape is in some ways like a chessboard where I move the pieces around until I get something which has transformed the mundane into something else.

I work quickly and tin and enamel paint suits me. I like the fragility of the tin figures when they are cut out.

Noel McKenna, November 2002