the story Board: dancing with my hat on.

some times i dance with my hat on, 

sometimes i dance in the day,

  sometimes i dance to the silence, 

the silence,the sun and the rain. 

today im dancing with small steps,

  together we danced to your heart

tomorrow ill dance to a new sound 

the sound of a heart that wont start.

i miss the dance steps you taught me,

i miss you tomorrow and today. 

i miss the dancing you taught me, 

before the cancer took you away.

for Julie for sophie,

both who were too young.

the story Board: WORK IN PROGRESS- Noahs ark - folksong

and you wanted to be a wolf, roaming the seabed

and i wanted you to be free, with only me in your head.

you sang me sad songs, of a girl who left you by the shore

with a sea shell by your heart, i listened to the lions roar.

cos im an owl with tired eyes, wont you let me lie down in the tide

im a rabbit with out a home, take me back with you to alone

were living alone in noahs ark, pairs are walking past

everybodys roaming and im stuck looking at the view

... waiting for my number two

.... waiting for you.

and in the raindrops you held my paw, we sat together misfitting with down pour

i heard the sparrow call your name, he said you stil have your debt to pay

the word the sparrow called you, was i word i can not say.... but i will pray.. we will be ok. its another day

the story Board: Message in a bottle

... (imagine this written on old music paper, found in a bottle floating out at sea).....


"for the moments we spent, and the memories we found
for the life that we dreamt in the love that we drowned.
tonight i am silent, i am lost out at sea,
for the day that i found you, was the day i lost me.


here is my hearts , amougst the notes and the waves
here is our history, between the music that you played"

the story Board: Skimming stones

Skimming Stones

under the shade of a sychamore tree,
on the edge of a pond sat a he and she.
both who were living with a burdening fee
for the she could not hear, and the he could not see.

and he sat there in the shade of the leaves,
listening to the rustle of the wind through the reeds,
till he heard a voice travelling in the breeze.
singing him tales of worlds overseas.

she painted him visions so clear he could feel.
her words flowed so gently as they tried to reveal
the movement of colour on ripe barley fields
or jewles and the treasure the seas try to conceal.

on the opposite shore, by a moss covered stone
sat a she who sangs songs to the wind and the gnomes

she dangled her feet into the water below

and read the ripples of love from his skimming stones.

the Drawing Board: afterlife

to pause - to retract our claws

The Drawing Board: "La Belle Noiseuse"

"LA BELLE NOISEUSE"

"La Belle Noiseuse" the beautiful trouble maker.

thanks to my beautiful friend for the pose

The Drawing Board: Transitions - Horizons - finished version

The Drawing Board: Transitions - toto