Francesca

Words and Music John Robson 2008
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She’s playing around inside her head a mind full of colour
The random thoughts that manifest sometimes turn to gold
Francesca muses lonely in the afternoon light
Far from tabloid minds far farther as she goes
She’s an ancient soul passed down in time to where she’s standing now
So many lives so many dreams are flowing from her hands
And on approach of the crimson ghost she dips her fine haired wand
Into her palette of memory into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

She’s well versed in mythology she attends to her dreams
By morning light she is Aphrodite by dark she is the moon
The poets come to court her the minstrels come to play
She greets them all with cinnamon hyacinth and sage

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known

Dionysis plays guitar and sings from the vine
Francesca listens in as she dreams of other things
And on approach of the witching hour she dips her golden wand
Into her pagan heart into a well of song

And the time is now Francesca feels at home
When the day is slow she lets her secrets known.

Francesca

” Francesca’s Room “

you can hear John’s powerfully evocative original songs on his MySpace page:

http://www.myspace.com/nitesongs


DARKNESS and DREAMS…

For some time now I have been meaning to compile a sketch of things that have created some artistic ideas for me.

I’ll start off with an old painting of mine which I did nearly 10 years ago, while living in London…

I was walking around Covent Garden on my lunch break and popped into what looked like a small but interesting photographic exhibition down one of those alluring London alleyways.

The exhibition was of black and white photography by a young and very talented woman, Francesca Woodman .

I had never seen anything like what I saw in this gallery that day…it was visually so evocative and strange, yet dreamily familiar; it all resonated so strongly within me – especially since, at 22 years old, she was nearly my age when she took her own life…

Tragic, but also another facet of the incredible emotional power of her work.

I often struggle to put into words what moves me to create, and the symbolism contained within my paintings. It is equally as hard to express why another’s art moves one , but here goes :

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Francesca Woodman: Space 2
Providence, Rhode Island, 1975 – 1976

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Francesca Woodman: It must be time for lunch now 1979
25.4cm x 20.3cm

…and this is “Francesca’s Room”  – you can purchase a beautiful reproduction of this symbolist painting here.

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