Since May 2016, twenty-four people have been part of the inaugural Airdrie Voice and Vision 2016 project. Twelve writers. Twelve artists. Paired randomly to interpret each other’s work. Each creating an additional set of artistic and written impressions.
The deadline for completion, Sept 1, yet it was three weeks later that all involved could come together to view and share.
An exciting evening for everyone! The volunteers who worked hours to co-ordinate and keep everyone informed also presented the icing for the cake - a mock up Voice and Vision book that will be published. Taking the arts to yet another level. Showcasing interactive pieces from all who participated in the project.
This is only the beginning of the end of this journey. On Oct 1, artist and writers will come together for an evening of the arts at the Airdrie Public Library. The months of creating interpretations will be on display. The artisans will be available to discuss their work.
After this first public display of Voice and Vision, framed prints and corresponding writings will be on display around the city at various venues yet to be determined.
Do You See Me?Do you see me? I think not. This is where I come to blend in. It is a sanctuary. A haven surrounded by hues that allow me to fade in and out. Inconspicuous and camouflaged by the circumstances of life. But, you still insist that you see me. I think not. How can that be? We’ve never met. You know nothing of me. I am the beginning that transpires from a vision. Until then, I am but a figments of your imagination. Displaced in reality. I remain lost to all who come this way. Patiently waiting for small strokes to materialize. Details yet to be added. Then you will see me for what I am. Then you will see me for what I symbolize. Then and only then will I be done. Do you see me? I think so. I am complete. Ann Edall-Robson Author of Moon Rising: An Eclectic Collection of Works |
Letting GoA reflection in the mirror caught her eye. Once pampered, supple she remembered the intimate feeling she’d had the first time they had been together.Their life was filled with diversity. Without complaint they worked together; comfortable in their relationship. Fading and weathered, there is a worn and tired look that creeps into the mirror. A feeling that the end was near. A longing for the familiar caress across her fingers. It’s hard to let go. To move on. With a tender touch and a gentle goodbye, she walked out the door. The old leather garden gloves left behind. |
Author of Moon Rising: An Eclectic Collection of Works
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life