Written around the time that I attended the talks of the Indian philosopher Vimala Thakar . in 1980

                        Be gentle with the mind -

                        It is your own child ,

                        Yours , yet not yours  -



                   Be loving with the mind ,

                    It is yourself .



                   Be yourself  , in contact

                  With yourself -
 .
                  For seperation is deception.



                What you see , is your own

               Mirrored conciousness,

               The seer , is not seperate  

               From what it sees .


             
             There is no spectator -

             Only the mirror .
 
                                                     

Imagine -

                       We are watching a film of  a city in the ninteenhundreds -  America, or maybe Europe ,between one of the many Wars -People are  milling around ( at high speed ) rather like ants in their nest.
           One wakes up and thinks to himself  " I am acting like an ant I have nothing to contribute individually, I dont really know who I really am .I must escape somehow  .

       Meanwhile in an ants nest,somewhere in the world , one worker , thinks to his little self - " I dont really fit into this system I am behaving just like  a human being I have to escape -




 Both mysteriously disappeared  --

Four water colors of dartmoor

Sketch for landscape sculpture

Sketch for landscape sculptute

Model for landscape sculpture

Model for large landscape sculpture

Industrial landscape

                       From the  small towns station -

                       A single  factory wall -

                               Creates a reverie -

                       A focus of some other reality

                              Another place and time .

                       Colours and textures

                              Upon the wall , 

                      Angle of the roof making 

                      A  mysterious landscape -

                              Over that hill 

                       The skies are dreaming .



                      Walls open - revealing lives 

                       Given and taken  to the oiled 
                       
                       Cogs, chains and                      

                       Rollers- rolling time away -

                                Clock on, clock out .

                       Dial  hands ticking away lost

                                Summer days 

                      In sunlit hills and valleys -
         
                      Only dreams left of week -end nivanas

                            Dirty overalls and dinner -      

                       So much beauty , joy and sadness .
          -

                      

                       Fairies dancing under the hill -

                       Steal heart and soul away .     
                       

                        

                               

Missie translated for Lucas de Vries ,who asked " would it sound as poetic in Nederlands ?

                          Hameren en vormen , woorden en beelden

                           Verschuilen achter de veelvuldigheid

                           Van  dingen .

                           Verwringen zich van de universele geest -

                            Baren zich uit de onvruchtbaarheid,

                           Brengen ze naar deze wereld .

Mission

                      Forge forge the forms and words

                      That hide behind the multitude

                      Of things  -

                      Wrest them from the universal mind

                     Birth them out of barrenness

                     Into the world again .

Idea for three dimensional work - entitled Usk .