An opening salute to youth, a middle-aged man on a beach; a southern bog; waves lapping upon a sea shore; a cathartic romp at a disco; photo’s of a soldier pointing to the sky; a plane billowing with smoke; looking at a picture book; a story teller, Padraic Colum, reads from The Golden Fleece; as we page through pictures of Pacific Island sculptures; scenes of the sea shore transitions to a senior citizen - a Woman with a mask on a train, the same Woman entering the train, headed for her humble home, her temple.

I never know what will get used in a video. I am a painter at heart, and treat words, images and sounds like paint. Sometimes things work out and voilà - a poem, a self-portrait, a vision.