May: In my dream I came down to the water with my fishing line

She picks up the end of the fishing line

and my bucket full of wrigglers and I knew I was going to catch that fish, I thought, I’ll carve out those smudges and put them in a jar and take them off too Albert ink maker at number 6 cockle shell way.

The wind was so strong that I had to prop my body against the rocks so I wouldn’t blow away. I cast in my line and I waited.The wind whistled through my cloths and rattled round my bones, but I was determined.

August starts to make her way down the length of the fishing line.

My body turned to ice but I did not waiver. I was thinking of that look on your face, and that beautiful broad brimmed smile that you get when I have made you happy. It took some time but I caught the creature

May pulls on the line and August becomes the fish lying on the floor

and dragged her up the beach, leaving a deep furrow behind us.

May drags august upstage

She wasn’t a big fish but her sprit was. And she was heavy. So heavy I could barely move her and I was heavy, so heavy I could barely move me. We were only half way up the beach when I stopped, exhausted, and sat beside her.

“Once Under A Sky comes from our collective interest of landscapes. Both the physical environment and how people are shaped by it and also the great internal landscapes within each of us that are mapped out through our emotions and our imagination.”

Once Under A Sky- Program Notes- 2011