So much to do – so little time – art on the side.
Where to start? – at the beginning of course …
When I was young, plans just formed, play just happened, eyes were bigger, hearts and hands opened wider!
Instruments -paper, pen, pencil was best – as long as an eraser was attached at the end. Drawing commenced with my brothers and me – whatever we pleased. Watching Looney Tunes while eating Cocoa-Cocoa Crispies!
What a way to begin a Saturday or Snow Day with chocolate and art at our fingertips!
Art is imagination wide open! A place to explore with paper and pencil, sticks and music by the creek water trickles!
All is possible while looking and listening to one’s surroundings. A piece is created by the art of imagination!
Listening to Joni Mitchell while creating a collage! Two poster boards, magazines, glue, scissors, windows and a jar!
Journal out thoughts – prayers end the day. Then off to bed, dreaming of the next day’s play!
My play days ended far too soon.
However, I still dream of Art on the Side by the light of the crescent moon .
~ Anita Adams 2/23/2019
Don’t worry about …
the hand me downs worn until too tight
or the education they never believed you deserved
Don’t worry about …
the acknowledgement of any of your achievements you never received
or the way you were told to stay in your room until a month had passed
you’re free now — you’re the only one holding yourself back
You are free now …
to do as you please
to live your dream
to fly above the clouds
to shine your light so bright
to believe in the person you are and always were meant to be
trust God who knows all and remember to quit holding on so tightly.
Anita Adams 10/2018
a dream is dreamt
filled with intrigue
Premonition or Clarification of a time past or present
Educational or nonsense
Rainbow in Clouds
dreams occur between sleep and dawn – over the rainbow as the moon sets and the sun rises.
Somewhere over the Crescent Moon
Dreams, like clouds
visible to the eye
just out of reach
time to pull the clouds down
step on them like a magic carpet
flying high above the pines
to foreign lands and islands
painting rainbows in the sky
smiling all the while
until my heart calls me back to the ground
to play in the sand
find my oak tree
and lay my head down
© Anita Adams 2018
Walking up the sidewalk to a home I used to live in many years ago,
The wooden door swings open and my eyes adjust to what was once familiar, is now quite changed.
As I enter my past home of 18 years, I notice, there are many rooms and hallways.
Winding around a few corners, I stop in what appears to be the center of this elongated home in a narrow room with hardwood floors with white ship lap walls.
The picture-less walls are painted in Navajo White. The room’s contents contain one azure blue two-seater fabric sofa along the right side of the room with a rectangular window above it. There are no curtains. The window frame is thin, black metal.
Just beyond the position of the sofa, is a four-legged antique kitchen table, circa 1960 with a clay red top and a single seam in the middle.
The ceiling, white bead board. There are no rugs on the floor, nothing on the table or sofa. There’s a view from the narrow window of the treetops only and the house is silent.
A friend of mine now lives here. I’m quite surprised at how she has each room designated for a particular purpose. A living room. A writing room. A kitchen. A bedroom, bathroom. I’m asking myself what is this room? It finally dawns on me, this is the waiting room.
This dream of the Waiting Room represents to me a time of introspection, a time to be still, a time to evaluate purpose and direction of life. Is a call to slow down and pause. A time of transition.
©Anita Adams 12/2017