This painting belong s to the text below- my second viset  -

Dartmoor Tor in oils

This is a painting that I made a few years before The  Kiss (previous post),I Went in late September in  a kind of Indian summer I  stayed  in a caravan high above the river Dart rushing on its way  through the valley to the sea beyond, ,,Sometimes I worked for a sheep farmer. he was a great believer in a forgotten race of little people that lived there thousands of years ago- His great delight was in his collection of miniature arrow heads and , this for me was a deepening of the mystery of Dartmoor-This is a painting that I made a few months later in Amsterdam I made it from sketches that I made earlier, I was inspired by the wonderful geometry of the landscape that I witnessed almost every evening and I could easily understand the meaning that our ancestors would invest in this-This is  a wonderful aspect of creativity seeing the constant in the transistory here again is the mystery of the natural and that which is man made ,

 My second viset to Dartmoor was more dramatic .   Two days of heavy storms Suddenly the heavens opened and it was wonderful calm weather and I went out into the wonderful landscape.; Ifound myself  in a kind of museum a bit like the Britsh museum the famous  Elgin marbles I saw many animals a lotof geometric forms there and the greatestof them all a large sculture of the kiss Two large forms converging upon one anotherHower the experience was very ambigious were the forms made purely by the elements  are they forms that I created myself or are they forms created by another intelligence Of course I will later show drawings and paintings of my experienceHOWEVER I do know that the experience was very powerful and I do believe that the experience was  of a transcendent nature.

COTE DU SAUVAGE

Poetry-true language

     of lost lovers  -

           Pontivy -

I think about that place

         about you

feel sand and sea  -

        the bar

the people -tables -sparkling glasses

       held in that moments magic

              all looking out now

      at the deep blue horizon

watchers waiting for a god ?

     a ship- the return -

coolness of evening - nothing  ?

after arguing geraniums sing

      against the harbour wall

(seen with a painters eye )

boys plunging into the seas depths

the place gives us back our harmony

     

        soothes warring souls

shall our love remain like this ?

the lovers always looking sea -wards

         found faithful at last

   in this eternity '-    

This a sculpture in lime wood that I made over the last year called dancer