'the end of the twentieth century'

large roughly shaped blocks of basalt rock (each with a drilled-out 'wound' treated with clay, felt, and by replacing the drilled-out plug) scattered over the floor of a large room

somehow this implies to me both the destruction and the potential for benificent change which (in that awful yet promising century) happened or failed to

i am amazed to be alive to perceive the 20th from the 21st.

so if this represence (of Joseph Beuys's work and spirit) is to be rethought and redone in this future moment

(there is) no other (way for me) than to reattempt to realise that promise

and how, and in what form?

not in these forms and materials but in this spirit, newly informed, materialised, in other ways and means !

Puck: Follow my voice ...

Lysander: He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls then he is gone.*

...on (chance chosen) page xliv of the introduction Harold Brookes implies that the fairy spirits in the Dream are Welsh; is that why they are so elusive! And yes, Joseph Beuys had something of that Celtic or pre-Celtic spirit... i find this reassuring!

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