Wednesday, February 21, 2024

There Be Ghosts

There Be Ghosts
There are no ghosts to see, just a feeling of loneliness in the stillness of the woods. The faint chirp of a single bird echoes in the lonely grove.
First coat of paint. I shall take my time with this painting.
I love watching Columbo and Perry Mason while I paint. There is something magical about my old favorites; they help me focus on my work. 





Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Vintage Wood

“If you have never had a garden you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there.” 
We saw a deer yesterday; I think she brought us good luck
Poor thing couldn't find a way out of the maze. I sure hope she found a way to her home.





I miss the trees, the birds, and the wildlife. 



WIP 20 X 14 OVAL





“Perhaps it is the key to the garden!” 
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Friday, December 8, 2023

Fairytale of New York: Singing and dancing inside Shane MacGowan's funeral




"Don't be sad because they've gone, be happy because they lived" - Sky Blue Neil
A Beautiful Send off to Shane MacGowan
☘️๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช

Saturday, December 2, 2023

The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York (Official Video)






Fairytale Of New York
Shane MacGowan's wife hopes Fairytale of New York will be Christmas number one in his memory

Monday, November 20, 2023

Tanita Tikaram - Twist In My Sobriety (Official Video)


All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
I'll never hear you
And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
We've just poked a little empty pie
For the fun that people had at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
Cup of tea, takes time to think, yeah
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety

TANITA TIKARAM - TWIST IN MY SOBRIETY 1988

Saturday, October 14, 2023

SALEM ~ A HALLOWEEN PAINTING

 











★★★★SALEM ★★★★ 2023




Handmade Original 
Measures 10 x 8 
Material : Acrylic Painting
Signed and Dated


~Artist retains copyright ownership and all reproduction rights to the artwork.
©AnnabelleandM


I couldn't sleep but I remembered my dream... Salem returned.


Here is a spooky cute poem by
Ian Serraillier,


"Ian Serraillier was an English novelist and poet. He retold legends from England, Greece and Rome and was best known for his children's books, especially The Silver Sword, a wartime adventure story that the BBC adapted for television in 1957 and again in 1971." ~ Wikipedia 


‘The Visitor’, by Ian Serraillier


A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;


A man was walking, late and alone...


He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.


He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.


“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,


As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.


At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.


It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”


“What was that, William? What did it say?”


“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”


She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.


★★★★Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.★★★★


ORIGINAL PAINTING ON SALE HERE: 

ANNABELLE & M

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