NINE LIVES 🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈

*** My latest painting *** "Nine Lives " ***

Bat and "Nine Lives", sure hope this little fella will live all 9! 🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈
I must confess, I do have a favorite pet, Bat! Why, well because his story is so special but that's for another post.

I've become the crazy cat lady in my senior years but I do love them a bunch, all three of them, Bat, Maggie, and Karson! Still, I miss our Grace but for the time being, will wait a bit longer before we get another dog, life is too busy at the moment.

Under the willow, the cat's tomb sunk a little further into the old tree. Only, in the ghostly glow of the moonflowers, could one see the tombstone dimly appear from the dark crevices of the ancient monolithic trunk. 

So, I paint and listen to my music and the words in a song, in a man paint a picture in my head. 

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"So long ago, I don't remember when

That's when they say I lost my only friend

Well, they said she died easy of a broken heart disease.

As I listened through the cemetery trees."

My art is inspired by Living Life and Art.

 Movies, Books, spoken words and Music 

Art imitates Life, Life imitates Art.

The song "One Headlight", The Wallflowers ~ written by Jakob Dylan, was discovered one night when I heard it played in a movie starring Alicia Silverstone and Benicio Del Toro in "Excess Baggage "... Thanks, M for getting me to watch this movie, loved it! Of course, Bat kept me company while I painted. I think he was a painter in another life.

I think I like "Nine Lives " better in black and white. I believe my favorite color is black.

Deceased cat to her paramour: 

"Nine lives lived...

" I know that the ones who love us will miss us". 
I miss you too, my sweetie". 

    

Hubby gave me the title "Nine Lives " when I asked him what he thought of the title I had "Miss You". Then, later I read an article in The New Yorker on Keanu Reeves and his thoughts on death. I'm sure our furry friends feel much the same and so I used Reeves words for the kitty cat. 

Once in a while, a star really shines brighter. Keanu Reeves is one of our very, favorites, especially so for my aunt, Anna in Italy. 

p.s. Anna, 

I thought you might like this bit of information on Keanu Reeves : )

Ghost cats and Bastet,  guardians of Willows Cemetery.

Original in color

Enlarge the image and you'll discover there is more to see besides Bat : ) Hint: look at the trees, sky, and moon and maybe a tombstone, too : )

Hope you like "Nine Lives" and Bat, well I think most do.

A Ghostly Pumpkin Brioche of Roast Beef for Supper 🎃

M baked us some Pumpkin Bread 🎃

No, it's not Brioche but maybe I can convince her to bake Brioche Buns next time.

HAUNTED FOOD? This never happened before when M baked Pumpkin Bread.🎃 Paranormal activity? I think the yeast is haunted 👀😂

I think these 🎃Pumpkin Bread buns are simply scrumptious with leftover roast beef!

Oh, and Bat thought so too.

 🎃  A Purrrrrrfect Ghostly Pumpkin Brioche of Roast Beef!🎃 

MOON GAZING MOUSE *** MOUSE GAZING CAT

JUST FOR FUN, A FOLK / NAIVE PAINTING OF A CAT AND MOUSE

⚡️🌈 ZIGGY STARDUST THE CAT ⚡️🌈

Sunlight filtering through the glass of the front door painted Bat's eye. Not exactly Ziggy's lightning bolt but close enough. ⚡️🌈 Photo by M

THE CAT'S PARADISE ~ BAT BAT BOO * My Little Warlock

The Cat's Paradise ~ Emile Zola

How fortunate I was, indeed, that providence had placed me with your aunt! That good woman adored me. I had at the bottom of the wardrobe a veritable sleeping salon, with feather cushions and triple covers. My food was equally excellent; never just bread, or soup, but always meat, carefully chosen meat.
Well, in the midst of all this opulence, I had only one desire, one dream, and that was to slip out of the upper window and escape on to the roofs. Caresses annoyed me, the softness of my bed nauseated me and I was so fat that it was disgusting even to myself. In short, I was bored the whole day long just with being happy. ******HAHA, SOUND LIKE ME ...almost😂


I took some photos of Bat and I guess Hubby took some as well. The one of Bat on the dining room table looking out the window, Stan took and reminded me of a story I had read by Emile Zola, "The Cat's Paradise". I think Bat can relate to it as well as I, always the desire to escape, maybe not on to rooftops but to Thrift Stores. As you can see, lots of collecting going on in this room and dusty as if no one lives here... 😂Thanks for the pic, Stan.

BAT BAT BOO * My Little Warlock

LILIES OF THE VALLEY

When at the end of spring I pick for the last time
My favourite flowers— a yearning fills my breast,
And to the future I urgently appeal:
Let me but once again look upon the lilies of the valley.
Now they have faded. Like an arrow the summer has flown by,
The days have grown shorter. The feathered choir is still,
The sun more charily grants us its warmth and light,
And already the wood has laid its leafy carpet.
Then when harsh winter comes
And the forests don their snowy cover,
Despondently I roam and wait with new yearning
For the skies to shine with the sun of spring.
I find no pleasure in books, or conversation,
Or swift-rushing sledges, or the ball's noisy glitter,
Or Patti, or the theatre, or delicate cuisine,
Or the quiet crackling of smouldering logs on the fire
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?
I know not. But your balmy fragrance,
Like flowing wine, warms and intoxicates me,
Like music, it takes my breath away,
And like a flame of love, it suffuses my burning cheeks.
And I am happy while you bloom, modest lily of the valley,
The tedium of winter days has passed without a trace,
And oppressive thoughts are gone, and in my heart in languid comfort
Welcomes, with you, forgetfulness of trouble and woe.
Yet now you fade. Again in monotonous succession
The days will begin to flow slowly, and stronger than before
Will I be tormented by importunate yearning,
By the agonizing dream of the happiness of days in May.

And then someday spring again will call
And raise the living world out of its fetters.
But the hour will strike. I shall be no more among the living,
I shall meet, like everyone, my fated turn.
And then what?—Where, at the winged hour of death,
Will my soul, heeding its command, soundlessly soar?
No answer! Be silent, my restless mind,
You cannot guess what eternity holds for us.
But like all of nature, drawn by our thirst to live,
We call to you and wait, beautiful Spring!
The joys of earth are so near to us, so familiar—
The yawning maw of the grave so dark! ~ PYOTR LLYICH TCHAIKOVSKY

Spring is late this year but on a good note, it gave me a chance to pick my favorite flower...LILIES OF THE VALLEY and I was ☘️ to find this painting "Lady of Shallott" by Waterhouse.

Doris Day - Que Sera Sera

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

THE EASTER BUNNY AND THE CATS 🐣🐥🐣🐥

A wish come true. The Easter Bunny dropped in for a visit this morning on Easter Sunday.

 Happy Easter🐣🐥🐣🐥

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 🐕🐶