At the beginning of the project, we are anonymously paired. The original artist's work is on display and it is the artists who are given the opportunity to choose a blank, sealed envelope with the writer's original written piece. Thus determining which writer will be partnered with which artist.
With only a few short months to complete the response pieces to each of our original submissions, it was time to get to work.
My original written work is called Paint the Pictures. From this story, Alesha created her response piece calleds Heart of a Fisherman.
Paint the Pictures
by Ann Edall-Robson
When it wasn't raining, the vantage point near the picture window let the sun warm his face. It overlooked the bay, where boats of all sizes jostled around orange buoys to their mooring spots.
0700, time for the coast guard to leave the harbour. They’d go east, along the craggy shore. Stirring the seagulls into a white frenzied cloud.
Saturday is the busiest day in the bay. The locals waving hello to neighbours as they maneuver sport boats and dinghies in between cabin cruisers and fishing vessels.
Clang, clang, clang. The harbour bell announces 0800 hours.
He liked to think and talk in nautical terms. It came from years of listening to the old timers down at the coffee shop overlooking the pier. Men who were mostly gone now. Age, the sea, or both had taken them. Memories of their crusty voices, laughingly telling stories linger in his mind.
These days, a new breed of fishermen came to the coffee shop. No one had time to sit, tell stories, or visit. His Dad made him laugh when he said the young crowd weren’t old enough to have any stories of their own, but, if they kept fishing, maybe one day they would.
On Sunday afternoons, the young man still makes the trek down the steep stairs to the coffee shop. Here, he sits at the counter with his Dad, reminiscing while they drink coffee. The stories, the memories and the smell of the sea, all belong to the palette he uses to paint the scenes in his darkening world.
Heart of a Fisherman
By Alesha Brown
Mixed media on canvas.
Provoke is Alesha's original submitted work. My response story to multi-medium work of art is a story called, The Woman You Are.
By Alesha Brown
Copper wire, thread, yarn, acrylic on canvas.
The Woman You Are
by Ann Edall-Robson
I have watched over you, my child. Growing from a mere seed of existence to a wobbly toddler playing on the earthy carpeted floor. I have stood guard over you, encouraging your emergence into the world.
A flourish of golden strands flounces in the wind and across your tresses tumbling down your body. Specks of warmth, teasing you awake.
Acceptance and maturity bask in this openness given by all who stand around you. No longer is there a need to keep you ensconced on your journey towards the sun. You have been set free to grow your own path.
This is your day. Lift your face. Feel the warmth. Tiny wooden fingers thaw, wiggling beneath the blue expanse overhead. This is your season to dance in the rays of the sun and under the glow of the moon. Cast your shadow over those who come too near in their quest for shelter. With diligence as your friend, welcome only those into your heart and soul, who are worthy.
Your existence is guided by the deep roots of your inheritance. Generations of strong, healthy life gifted to you. Feel my strength in your core. Let your life explode from the stays that bind your body to become the woman you are meant to be. The woman you are.
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."