Field of Dreams

Janice stood on a precipice overlooking a field of constantly changing colors. At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her. Then she thought she had taken the wrong dose of daily prescription pills early this morning. Then she thought she was having a hallucination. She rubbed her eyes. “Nope, still there”, she muttered. Then she sat down, all choked up with fear and watched the changing scene before her. Her eyes searched the surrounding bushes for strange demons, but everything was calm and serene. Not even a fly or mosquito to disturb the beautiful vision before her. It was too much for her to absorb. She got up and walked slowly home.

The next day, after a restless night of tossing and turning and strange dreams about flowers eating her legs off, she awoke. Over a lazy breakfast, she thought about what she had seen yesterday, and knew she had to revisit this amazing field to see if the changing colors were still happening.

She walked slowly to the same spot she stood before, and there it was. Today the colors were in pinks and lavenders. Nothing too bold or bright, soft pastels. She sat down in a patch of daisies and continued drinking in the strange sight. She decided to come back the next day with a camera to record and justify what she was looking at. But the next day the camera revealed a beautiful field of normal colors. She snapped pictures every half hour, but the film showed no color changes whatsoever. “What to do?”, she muttered.

All summer she returned to see if this strange effect was still happening, and it did, every day. She decided not to tell anyone or bring anyone to this magical place for fear of being made fun of. She kept it to herself, and when the summer was over and she had to return to school in the city; she knew she would keep this secret forever in her heart.

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About Ione Citrin

My art reaches out from my heart, guts, body and soul to all!

Ever since I can remember I've always had a desire to communicate with every person in the world.

At first I thought I could accomplish this through travel. And so I did. I toured through India, Africa, Asia, Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Europe, South and Central America, plus the more usual places in the U.S., Mexico, Caribbean and the like. I even scoured more remote areas of the world like Easter Island, the Galapagos Islands, Myanmar, Nepal, Srinigar. There is almost nothing or no one which has escaped my eye.

Throughout these countries I managed to speak with everyone I could. I've taped, recorded and photographed my conversations from inside the huts of African villages to the alleys of remote towns in China. I've shared beetle-nuts with women squatting in circles in temple areas in Algeria. Been in places where no one had ever heard of the Jewish religion. I could go on with my endless adventures...endlessly. But they did not satisfy my thirst for communication.

Then there was my performing career. I appeared on television every morning in the Chicago area for WLS-TV. My show was called "The Prize Movie With Ione." Here I chatted and connected with fellow Chicagoans five mornings a week from 8:30 to 10:30 a.m. for over seven years. The show was the highest rated television show in that time slot.

For over thirty years I performed on a variety of television and radio commercials. With an ear for mimicry, and an ability to sight-read I was a "natural" for voice-overs. I sang, and did multiple voices on all sorts of recordings in the Chicago and Midwest area. The average listener was unaware of whom I was, because doing commercials as a "voice" is anonymous, particularly when I did a huge range of voices similar to Mel Blanc. Old ladies, children, accents, dialects, impersonations, cartoon characters were in my repertoire of hundreds of voices. I was able to accomplish these voices through visual images of the characters. If I could see the person I was trying to capture, I could produce the voice or sound.

But this was not enough.

I was tired of physically performing. Tired of presenting myself in this fashion, I took this huge imagination coupled with endless driving energy, and thrust it on canvas, cast it in clay, and welded it in metal. Now I can reach out beyond the limits of my previous endeavors to touch and find love, appreciation and understanding.

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