Robin Hood

Steve Scallon. Photo Paul Jones 2016

Freedom to me is peace of mind

Can't be got without hard cash

Sleeping in the underwood

The woods are in darkness

There are people dancing in a circle

Honour to the bugle man

The gathering's small, the guard's tall

The tough, belted outlaw watches all

Freedom: peace of mind

But at what cost?

Steve Scallon 

From the project Sing me to Sleep  with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring. 

Crackledown Wood

In Crackledown Wood, around an open fire danced Rumplestiltskin who was shouting his name with glee. He was overheard by a jackdaw whose name was Squark. Rumplestiltskin had previously agreed to take a peasant's baby, had agreed if she could call out his name that she could keep the baby.

Shoana the peasant girl was wandering through Crackledown Wood, asking herself how to get the name of the male nymph, when she overheard Squark the jackdaw singing his name.

"Rumplestiltskin you're a bumpkin!" sang the jackdaw.

Peter Twigg

From the project Sing me to Sleep  with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring. 

My lost youth remembered

My lost youth remembered

Here. Ages and ages, hence the tears

Comfort me with a sunflower hanky.

"Riff Raff"

Vision

Eyes are the window to the soul

Colours are the medium

Thought ever so cold.

Stories left untold

Eureka!

Life is a threefold:

Health, wisdom, hindsight

Eyes are the window to the soul's colours.

Christian 


From the project Sing me to Sleep  with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring. 

A Forest

I'm in the forest walking home, the sun is setting it's the middle of winter, it's very cold, icicles hanging from the trees, the grass under my feet crunching like breaking glass. I'm thinking I need to get home before it gets too dark, I can only hope there will be a full moon tonight to help light my way home . As I'm walking I come across a small bird standing in the frozen grass.

It had yellow feathers and bright orange beak - to my surprise it looked up at me and asked for help it's voice sounded so sad I had to stop. The little bird was hungry, there was no food to be found in the forest. I had a small packet of nuts, which I gave to the bird; it was so cold I wrapped the little bird in my scarf to keep warm, when I looked in the birds eyes I started to feel sleepy and drifted into a warm dream. After a while I woke and found myself in a giant world. Little bird was towering over me, I was only 5 1/2 inches tall. I was scared by what happened, the bird scooped me up and asked me where I would like to go...

Andy Donovan


From the project Sing me to Sleep  with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring.