In the wake of William Blake
I feel that we have reached a time when our enchantment with the machine age has reached its zenith ,overtaken itself and we are left now to pick ourselves up and try to heal ourselves from the effects of its tyranny.
we no longer even have a culture of manufacture in this country . It has passed I hope mercifully. We have been through all that William blake feared for us . when he wrote
2I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
Wm. Blake
Pastoral paintings borne out of a sense of wonderment and joy . Like William Blake Ifelt the chains and manacles imprisoning the joyful spirit that is mans right . understood his concern and despair at the industrial hegemony that in his day was only just emerging . Production and consumerism was new then .In 2000 I had had enough of it , felt depressed ,dissapointed and disengaged from my contemporaries in London who seemed to have fallen prey to the material world.
Living on Dartmoor I experienced nothing short of Divine revelation.
we no longer even have a culture of manufacture in this country . It has passed I hope mercifully. We have been through all that William blake feared for us . when he wrote
2I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
Wm. Blake
Pastoral paintings borne out of a sense of wonderment and joy . Like William Blake Ifelt the chains and manacles imprisoning the joyful spirit that is mans right . understood his concern and despair at the industrial hegemony that in his day was only just emerging . Production and consumerism was new then .In 2000 I had had enough of it , felt depressed ,dissapointed and disengaged from my contemporaries in London who seemed to have fallen prey to the material world.
Living on Dartmoor I experienced nothing short of Divine revelation.
