Maggie, look at the Moon, Isn't she beautiful?

"I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, 

but delicious in the years of maturity." _ Albert Einstein 

Alone, in a room, painting, writing, creating. A quiet place where there is nothing there to interrupt your thoughts. I get up early most days while everyone else in the house is sound asleep. Usually, around the hours of 2 - 4 a.m. A lambent spotlight shines on the painting I work on, a perfect light for creating a spooky mood. The slightest sounds I make summon Bat and Maggie downstairs to watch me paint. In the solitude of an early morning, just me with my cats, my painting and a cup of coffee is wonderful.


LATEST WORK

Maggie, look at the Moon, Isn't she beautiful?

Acrylic painting on wood board 2024 - Anna

Bewitching Moon


Over the top of the mountains the moon
Rose unexpectedly
In the sky it drifted,
A bird, a fairy!
Blown out, round and sweet
Melon-like!
It danced in the sky
Impassioned
In the fragrant night,
Lighting every road,
Making my head swim,
My senses dazed.
Did I dream?
Did I really see you?
You fell into the well
Like the declining sun.
Moon, wink at me
Bright Moon, magic moon
The mirror of the loving girl,
Peep out at the balcony!

Patrizia Gattaceca

BLUE MOON - THE MARCELS

BLUE VELVET

Do you ever feel the urgency to rush to the local thrift store with thoughts a treasure is waiting, for you inside? Well, last Saturday, I got the feeling. When I arrived in the parking lot and parked the car, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough and quickly realized that moment I was being silly with my thoughts. I was wrong! I did find a treasure and the black velvet maxi opera coat someone else was trying on, just like the one I owned in the early eighties, I missed by mere moments. 

So I drove home with my treasure, a blue Victorian cup and saucer and resumed painting my landscape. 

I was dreaming in blue today. Blue velvet and Black velvet, and so, my colours of the landscape, and suddenly, this song popped inside my head: Bluer than velvet was the night. Wow, It's been a long time since I heard this oldie. This song takes me back to the early sixties when I was a little girl. Music brings back memories. Some music lingers in our heads forever, timeless, waiting for something to bring it back to life. My painting did that to me. WIP

Blue Velvet

She wore blue velvet 

Bluer than velvet was the night 
Softer than satin was the light 
From the stars 
She wore blue velvet 
Bluer than velvet were her eyes 
Warmer than May, her tender sigh
Love was ours 
Ours, a love I held tightly 
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly 
But when she left gone was the glow of Blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years 
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

Blue Velvet -Bobby Vinton   

Blue Velvet - Lana Del Rey

HAUNTED WALK

HAUNTED WALK - WIP

Dark and moody. A love for vintage, a passion for old, old anything, old houses, old graveyards, old clothes, old velvet and old lace. A nostalgic yearning for souvenirs from the past. To be surrounded by the antiquity of yesterday, now gone and long. Secret gardens that never sleep, filled with purple, blue, white, and silver under a white moon, intoxicated by
their fragrance drifting on the night air. Deep, dark forests hidden away from the world, enchantingly haunted. I dream of escaping the world, finding my gothic fairytale cottage before I die and eventually passing it on to my kids. Meanwhile, I paint my dreams. I just watched Steffi/Moda Misfit on YouTube and watched two of her videos. Whimsigoth Decor and Dark Cottagecore Decor, I adore both of these styles.
I love painting on old wood, incorporating my artwork in old vintage frames and bringing the past into the present. I believe my art follows these vibes.

OLD LOVE - Some Oldies I did

SOLD

A Selkie Tale

Above the sea hang beautiful glittering stars, a moon thinly veiled in mist. The sea's haunting melancholy beauty invited Blue to shore. She longed to see him again. It was last autumn they met. It seemed like a lifetime to Blue. Maybe this Halloween night, they would meet again.

An original acrylic painting on stretched canvas 

 20" x 14" Folk art/naive  

Original will be available on Etsy

Midnight, the Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

 

Midnight, The Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

Blue looked to shore, longing to see her love, her secret.

It's Halloween night, midnight when magic appears.

She disrobes and walks upon the beach and makes her rendezvous.

Acrylic painting on stretched canvas WIP

Midnight, the Stars and You -AL BOWLLY

Midnight and a rendezvous
Your eyes held a message tender
Saying: I surrender all my love to you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you