Adams Art

Tag: entertainment

  • Edinburgh Fringe Old Town Mosaic

    fringe soundbites

    Night searches the streets, lanes and vennels of old Edinburgh, looking, searching for light to paint with shades darkness, revelers follow with steps of gaiety first words then laughter are heard only to be replaced by an inviting, enticing taunting, riff come join me, followed by another then another, until the old town is fragmented into a mosaic of bricks and sound.

    A moment of mirth, a memory is captured within a sphere of latex carried on the wind, tethered by some arcane actinic thread reflected from some hidden light source, escaping from a window like a thief into the cold night air.

    In the blink of an eye it will all be surrendered to the realm of light, and the old town, once more will dance to the rhythm and beat of a different drum.

  • And yet as an image it sings its own song.

    And yet as an image it sings its own song. Photograph by T.Adams

    The singer’s voice speaks,

    it is not essential to understand the words

    it is enough to be captured by the beauty of the sound , we stand transfixed in our own personal mindscape of the pitch, cadence, rhythm,

    Oh! – The simplicity of vibration.

    As a child whistling with my brother amazed at the distortion created when the two frequencies clashed what an experience existing yet spawned by neither of us.

    This image is offered to as a homage to that, which does not exist but is there,

    Without light the word is not visible, if the book remains closed, although that  inside which exists it is not seen.

    And yet as an image it sings its own song.

  • An Unsolicited tribute to Leonard Cohen

    Imafe of Famous blue rain coat

    It was at six on the third under a chocolate sky that he appeared in his famous blue raincoat,

    you know the one, the one that was torn at the shoulder.

     Still talking,

     “But when he new for certain that only drowning men could see him. “

    image of rescue_of_a_drowning_man

     Does the drowning person    consider that the rescuer  may be a  deviant, or has a pretty smile?

     Or is it breath that occupies the mind?

     Both tributes to the brilliant   poetic songs and

    ability of Mr. Leonard Cohen,who has given pleasure to me and so many over the years.