I'm haunted and bewitched by the beautiful celestial image I witnessed with my family on April 8th, 2024, of the solar eclipse. I find myself painting white suns these days. Even after bringing an unwanted hitchhiker home from the event, the tick : ) He, as well, was curious and wanted to see. I suppose he had an excellent place to watch from : )
Sunday, April 14, 2024
'Ah! What pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea!' - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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:
Monday, June 12, 2023
NIGHT GALLERY
NIGHT GALLERY
NIGHT GALLERY on Etsy Original Painting
Rod Serling's Night Gallery, The Art of Darkness. Back in the late 1960s, one of my favorite shows I loved watching was Night Gallery. Rod Serling would start the show by presenting each horror tale in a painting he had in an Art Gallery. Artist Thomas J. Wright was the artist behind all of the spooky artwork. Rod Serling would introduce each story of every episode with one of Wright's eerie paintings. The Cemetery was one of my very favorites. I painted over a painting I did some time ago inspired by Night Gallery's The Cemetery. Adding Florence the Ghost and Bat to The Cemetery just seemed perfectly haunting. This Original Painting, Night Gallery will soon be available on Etsy. Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023
a Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️
© 2023 @batandmaggie
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
FLORENCE BLUME
The isle of green was an easy place to fall in love with flowers. Florence knew what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.
He was a professor at the nearby college and taught Botany.
All his free time was spent tending the gardens surrounding his home, always in the company of his two cats, Maggie and Bat.
Florence had a favorite flower, The Lily of the Valley, and his favorite season was Spring. One night, after dinner, while listening to his classical music and reading poetry, he came across a poem by Tchaikovsky, 'Lilies of the Valley '- He had discovered a kindred spirit who loved the same season and flower as he. The two souls had the same thought, after death, darkness, or light? Florence knew the joys of the earth; before and after his death.
LILIES OF THE VALLEY -TCHAIKOVSKY
"I wait for spring. And now the enchantress appears,
The wood has cast off its shroud
And prepares for us shade,
And the rivers start to flow, and the grove is filled with sound,
And at last, the long-looked-for day is here!
Quick to the woods!—I race along the familiar path.
Can my dreams have come true, my longings be fulfilled?—
There he is! Bending to the earth, with trembling hand
I pluck the wondrous gift of the enchantress Spring.
O lily of the valley, why do you so please the eye?
Other flowers there are more sumptuous and grand,
With brighter colours and livelier patterns,
Yet they have not your mysterious fascination.
Where lies the secret of your charms? What do you prophesy to the soul?
With what do you attract me, with what gladden my heart?
Is it that you revive the ghost of former pleasures,
Or is it future bliss that you promise us?" excerpt from Lilies of The Valley was written by Tchaikovsky in December 1878 while he was in Florence.
Monday, October 24, 2022
ART, CATS, GHOSTS, WITCHES AND WOLVES WIP OIL ON CANVAS
I believe in God and so for me what the lyrics in this song mean is that God loves everyone and has no favourites. My daughter is a Supernatural fan and she saved the last season until now. My husband and I are watching it with her and with every episode I find myself looking up songs they played on the show. This one,hubby beat me to it. Someone behind the scenes has excellent taste in music, lol. Love SUPERNATURAL and will be watching reruns for some time and of course the new spinoff.
And the sun refused to shine
Then may the shackles be undone
May all the old words cease to rhyme
If the sky turned into stone
It will matter not at all
For there is no heaven in the sky
Hell does not wait for our downfall
Let the voice of reason shine
Let the pious vanish for all time
God's face is hidden, all unseen
You can't ask Him what it all means
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
See ten thousand ministries
See the holy, righteous dogs
They claim to heal, but all they do is steal
Abuse your faith, cheat, and rob
If God is wise, why is He still
When these false prophets call Him friend?
Why is He silent? Is He blind?
Are we abandoned in the end?
Let the sword of reason shine
Let us be free of prayer and shrine
God's face is hidden, turned away
He never has a word to say
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
No, no, no!
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Never, never, never, never
Never on your side
Never on your side
God was never on your side
Never on your side
WORKING ON A WITCH AND THEN WILL BE ADDING THE WOLF
MotΓΆrhead- God was Never On Your Side Supernatural - Road So Far) p.s. The music video is amazing. Love it
GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE - MOTORHEAD (SUPERNATURAL-THE ROAD SO FAR )
Saturday, October 23, 2021
' Haunted ' by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez
'Haunted'
by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez
A haunting portrait to hunt my home - perfectly spooky! An original I recently purchased by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez of Coffee With Frida Inspired by Old Hollywood classic actress Loretta Young. Thanks so much, Stacy. Very happy, she now haunts my house.
Friday, September 27, 2019
See You in Another Life Ol' Blue Eyes π
See You in Another Life Ol' Blue Eyes ... An old painting of an eye I did years ago.
See You in Another Life Ol' Blue Eyes ... An old painting of an eye I did years ago.
Sunday, October 14, 2018
A SUMMER NIGHT IN OCTOBER WITH KNIGHT RIDER
It was like summer had never left with a temperature of 27.3 degrees on October 9thand as the day passed slowly into evening the balmy air wooed us to go for an evening ride on the Triumph.
I think summer was teasing or maybe October was just playing a game of masquerade but no matter who was creating the night magic we weren't about to miss it.
There was no plan, we just escaped into the night.
Riding along the Rideau River up to Merrickville was like life had passed into a dream and I joked with Stan how the night ride made me think for a moment I was riding with Micheal Knight, The Knight Rider. Earlier in the day Stan had gotten another needle in the eye so I didn't think he was up for a ride but I was wrong and we took a shot in the dark ride with one headlight and one good eye : ) Without question the ride turned out to be the best ever taken on the Triumph, for both of us! The night was filled with magic, mystery and haunting intrigue.
But all good things eventually come to an end and when I thought the ride was over when Stan turned off hwy 43 and was heading back home he completely and unexpectedly caught me off guard, slowed down, veered off the darkened Burritts Rapids' road and turned up Cemetery Hill.
He turned the engine off and in the quiet and still cemetery he asked me to pick three tombstones.The shadowy granite, almost lost in the total darkness of the quiet grounds enclosed around me making it hard to distinguish the cold stone from the dark black veil of the evening. I found myself a little scared but so elevated in my curiosity in continuing to seek and find some lovely tombs hoping they would reveal some hidden secret. The game was on, the two old folks were having fun.
Stan followed me around the graveyard ,the breeze among the branches of the encircling wood sighed but I heard nothin more but the snapping of a few pics and then he spoke: “Ok, I think this should do it. Let's go home and see what we got”
But what I discovered I noticed even before I got home , actually it was the only stone of the four I picked that I was able to read the words.
On the tall spire shaped monument the inscription read “An Officer and a Gentleman” , very strange and spooky I thought because what I read was related to the night's events. Us playing a game like two juveniles with no restraints, young again. We were the perfect age tonight to enjoy a summer's night in October hopefully will never forget. The perfect age like Richard Gere had said in a quote I read on Instagram . Oh and by the way if you don't get the connection, Richard Gere was the officer in An Officer and a Gentleman” : ) and below is his quote........
“I am old but I am forever young at heart.We are always the same age inside. Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, you can only live it once. Do not regret growing older, it's a privilege denied to many!”
I know this story really sounds made up but I never set foot in that cemetery before October,9th/2018.
Wow, should I dare say someone from beyond reached out and left this for me to ponder on?
“The lovers have grown old and grey” forever young at heart remain❤️
Well, taking that ride with Knight Rider on an October summer night was a thrill; I forgot just how old I was!
Happy to be here with you Stan!
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Patti Page ~ Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte
I just discovered a great video on youtube for Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte. So many good actors in this movie, Bette Davis, Olivia de Havillande, Joseph Cotton, Agnes Moorehead,Bruce Dern,Victor Buono, Cecil Callaway, the list goes on.
Magnificent Old Hollywood, those were the days of Golden Classics ❣️