Thursday, March 5, 2015

Its time that time just turned around-its time that time concluded-
Time-always means tension  The process of becoming - and we never get there Maybe because there is nowher to go -
 intermezzo     do not swim in the corrosive river of time  allow time to go  on its restless way stay on the bank of the river  allow time to go its own  restless way-TIME is the enemy

Thursday, February 12, 2015


DARTMOOR Perhaps it's interesting on a personal level; to say something about a place in England
that I have found very inspiring. I first came to Dartmoor in 1978. I had been living in West Wales, and went to live in  a place called Totness in Devon, on a farm with a few friends. I must say, when I arrived I did not have any real great expectations of the place, as I already had the view that the Peak district in the north and Wales in the West of England, were the most " magical "places in Britain.
I can assure you that I don't use this word in any airy fairy way!
Anyway, one of my friends said to me one day "lets go on to Dartmoor". From the time that I was very young (sounds strange  writing this ) I  was very sensitive to feeling that  a place would have upon me; of course both positively and negatively because I realized that places have a soul and there are places where the soul has been all but destroyed in nature which of course is related to industrial and ecological factors;
 So we took off for the moors - When we returned to the farm I felt that I had awoken from some wonderful and fragrant dream. The earth soul of Dartmoor  had embraced me and would never let me go!


This is a small sketch that I made after my last trip to Dartmoor  more later .

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Bird Sculpture

In repose - sculpture with Molly

This is a sculpture that I made as a student in Manchester in 1962. It is made from flawed Alabaster.  


Sunday, January 4, 2015

This is a work I made some years ago. Starting off making some mono-prints and allowing the images to suggest the text in a kind of associative way like the surrealists worked stimulating the subconscious or deeper levels. Although the work was made in this way, in a random way, I felt it became a kind of unity.