FADE TO GREY ~ DEVENIR GRIS, DEVENIR GRIS ~ VISAGE 🖼🖌🎨

"Devenir Gris, Devenir Gris
Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song

Aaah, we fade to grey" There was a time I was young and getting old was so, so far away.

It is raining, again. I feel the rain in my bones but I adore it, its pitter-pattering on the window pane quiets my mind and I drift back.

 I was an eighties girl. I loved the music, the clubs, and dancing. Life was simple, never imperiled, easy and free to love. A youth, almost perfect then only now, I'm much older, timeworn, feeling the years, lost in a chilling world. I watched Notre Dame burn this week, I choked, my vision signed. So much loss : (


I did this illustration of a girl inspired by Modigliani.

                                VISAGE

Its titled "Visage ". A girl with a haunting, melancholic look..."two eyes staring cold and silent. "

It's a homage to Notre Dame Cathedral and the people of France.

Devenir gris

Devenir gris
One man on a lonely platform
One case sitting by his side
Two eyes staring cold and silent
Show fear as he turns to hide
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Un homme dans une gare isolée
Une valise a ses cotés
Des yeux fixes et froids
Montre de la peur lorsqu'il
Se tourne pour se cacher
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Sent la pluie comme un été Anglais
Entends les notes d'une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d'un poster
Espérant que la vie ne fut aussi longue
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Aaah, we fade to grey (fade to grey)
Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a back shop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long

Below I'm sharing an amazing video of "Fade to Grey " remix done by:

lionel simon 

KEEP FAITH❤️

OLD VIOLET 🖼🎨🖌 WIP

Spring Painting wip

This is the mat background to the oval painting I'm presently working on. As usual, Maggie loves to art with

THE OWL, THE CAT, AND THE HARE or WHO LIKES THE NIGHT? 🦉🐈 🐇

And the Moon and Stars Float, ever so Quiet, on Candy Floss Clouds 🌚✨☁️

There is not enough time in a day to do what you truly want to do. I like to think I started this painting in February but likely it was much earlier, can't remember. More importantly, it's finally done.
And now is a good moment for me to become truly mindful, learn the art of appreciating life at the moment ... "mindfulness is recognizing how extraordinarily special every moment of the present already is.” 

Like The Owl, The Cat, And The Hare have learned to see, hear and feel in their heart the beauty in the quiet of the full moon night.

A DAY WITH GRACE 🐕🐶

Happy Caturday!

Cats can be sneaky...it's ok!

Happy Caturday!

" THE WINDOW INTO THE UNSEEN IS OPENED IN WAKING HOURS " 🎨🖌🖼

Painting Magic? 

Waking from my sleep, the dreams of the night filled my head with lovely, mysterious, secret places to escape to and so I thought I would try to paint some magic.
The trials and tribulations that accompany a wip painting are many, at least for me. I am just an amateur painter who loves art, doesn't and can't produce artwork in minutes or hours and even if I could, I'm too fussy and like to work on the little things that I believe make the painting special. 

This painting has been lingering around for some time now and with everything else that has happened in life in recent weeks, it has been left behind. So this morning I returned to it, didn't like the trees, cat, cottage, cypress, etc and made some changes. Still far from finished but I like the direction it's taking. The cat will return, only a little different.

Muse - Unintended

You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens
To my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken
Pieces of the life I had before
Before you





Have fun guys. Muse & Montreal ❤️

Our Birth is but a Sleep and a Forgetting:

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar.

~ “Intimations of Immortality”

 1804 William Wordsworth

Creatures of the night, in their nocturnal habit they dance on the threads of the gleaming moon.

Emrick, happy to have finally arrived at his journey's end sits by the river and watches the aerial ballet. In the starry, almost scary heavenly world above, Emrick catches a glimpse of another world, one he might know.

I loved painting on this 6 x 6 canvas. I was inspired by Old Quebec paintings for this landscape and gave it more of a surreal, magical fairytale Victorian Gothic style.

Hubby named the cat, Emrick, a name from Wales meaning immortal, from that a story materialized. I will eventually make some prints to sell this artwork. I like how it turned out.

EMRICK BAT 🖼🎨

EMRICK BAT 

OOO...Emrick Bat sits and watches the spooky night in Old Quebec; his long journey has finally come to an end and the scenery in front of him promises to be everything but boring.

I'm a Pisces and my sign is a pair of fish swimming in opposite directions. And being a Pisces, I always seem to go two ways at once, like my 2 wip paintings : ) I look forward to completing both in the next week. This one with Emrick (the name means immortal ) Bat, is a 6 x 6 canvas and I will be painting it in inks.

Ghostly Sound by GhostTales

Ghostly Sound by GhostTales

There's a place far and away, secluded, mysterious and haunting by the sea. In the luminous light of the moon, the four coves scintillate and resound the songs of the sea or perhaps the voices of lost ghosts whose melodies have drifted in.

GhosTales ~ Etsy

Home is Where The Fireflies Dance ☘️☘️☘️🏡 Spring Equinox 2019

Always love to read what churches write on their boards and yesterday while driving in the town of Kemptville I saw this at Saint James Anglican church.


Welcome Back, Spring! We've missed you!

Home is Where the Fireflies Dance

☘️Happy Saint Patrick's Day☘️

☘️Happy Saint Patrick's Day☘️

☘️Happy Saint Patrick's Day☘️

A MEASURE IN TIME ❤️

A MEASURE IN TIME

“As we get along in years, increasingly the thought arises; when will all this end?”

We don't know. Each day given to us is a gift, a gift to never forget to use well. Wasted days cannot be allowed in.


This morning I woke up to a snowy landscape, no sun to see like yesterday's, but the day was bright and living and it is my birthday. I wasn't going to write about it but that quickly changed when I received a treasured gift from my hubby.

I could have easily guessed his gift since being a difficult person to buy for, the typical card I receive as a birthday gift always contains money, but the true treasure was not the toonies and 100 dollar bills that filled the box, it was something else, it was a deeply buried story, a story about life.

Vaguely, I remembered a similar story Stan shared with me years ago and I knew where he got the idea for the memorable birthday gift he gave to me this morning; genius, I say. Love when he does these kinds of things, so romantic, I think.
Back in the day when Stan worked at Domtar a fellow co-worker had shared with him his analogy on life as they sat at a picnic table close enough to hear the sound of the Chaudiere Falls rushing into the Ottawa river, drowning the noise of the paper machines inside the mill. Serge Robitaille told Stan what made his decision to call it quits and retire. “He pulled out his pipe fitter's measuring tape and holding it to a number that marked his years gone by he said in a French accent, “I have everything, maybe that is what I have left, pointing to the remaining tape measure.” Stan never forgot the story nor did I and you then look at your own life a little bit different.

So, Stan's story today is not conveyed through a measuring tape but through money. He gave me 62 toonies inside a treasure chest, each toonie signifying a year of my life. The golden nugget roll containing 13 toonies is to use as a measure in time. For the next 13 years, (just happens to be my lucky number ), I will take a toonie on my birthday and buy myself a Tim Horton's coffee. If we are both here in 13 years, Stan will simply refill the Treasure Chest for another 13, maybe? And if one of us is gone before the 13 years then the other will continue in their honor remembering the life we shared. For every year, the goal is to do what your heart desires, dream the dreams you want to dream and make them happen.

Those 13 coins, each will symbolize a year to live by in the best imaginable way possible.


And now I leave you with this to reflect upon...







The Dream of Life - Alan Watts

So then… Let’s suppose that you were able, every night, to dream any dream you wanted to dream. And you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time. Or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure. And after several nights of seventy-five years of total pleasure each you would say, “Well, that was pretty great! But now let’s have a surprise.” “Let’s have a dream which isn’t under control. Where something is going to happen to me but I don’t know what it’s going to be.” And you would dig that, and come out of that and say, “Wow, that was a close shave, wasn’t it?” Then you would get more and more adventurous. And you would make further and further gambles as to what you would dream. And finally, you would dream where you are now.


p.s. Thanks, Stan ❤️


A Measure In Time ~ Part 2

A Souvenir of my 62ndbirthday, a poem he wrote for me as part of the gift I received on Sunday. He doesn't think real men buy flowers but I think he is trying very hard to be romantic, which I appreciate and love. Thanks, Stan....cute

Analogy of Life

It happened so many years ago
Back at the paper mill
Where at a picnic table
Serge brought me through the drill
He took his tattered tape measure
From his worn and aging belt
Pulled out some tape onto the ground
And told me how he felt
He pinched it off at fifty-five
And stated “I got dat”
Then pulled out another foot or so
For the remaining life, he’d have
The Frenchman made a lot of sense
In dealing with his strife
As he gave me his own version
Of his analogy of life
Now many decades later
His words all still ring true
For March tenth, two thousand nineteen
Annabelle turned sixty-two
We gathered up some toonies
Sixty-two to be exact
Placed them in a treasure chest
But something else had lacked
Emma added thirteen more
To make it seventy-five
So Annabelle could compare what’s left
And thank god to be alive
I made a pact with Annabelle
A planned out rendezvous
To add another twenty-five
In two thousand thirty-two
Happy Birthday Anna

Stan