This sculpture was the last in the series of stone cogs I made. The title references Jacob Epstien’s Sun Flower with its serrated aureole. The central element can be turned manually. I had felt that internal form in the previous cog needed to turn. I recalled the lines in TS Elliot’s Burnt Norton from the Four Quartets: At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.