"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
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
