Saturday, August 24, 2024
Sunday, August 11, 2024
The Window in The Attic - Art and A Little Ghost Story
I found a place to hide from the world — a room with a view of the golf course in front of my home. I pretend we don't live in a sleepy community but in the countryside, alone with nature.
The rain had woken me from a dreamless sleep; the cool air in the room that had come in from outside suggested autumn soon would come. The old lace curtains fluttered and lifted gently in the breeze, casting strange shadows on the wall. Alone- inside the attic room, I watched the rain pitter-patter on the window panes. The door creaked open, Bat; my black cat peaked around, jumped up to the window sill and calmly sat. He looked at the green landscape but was fascinated by a white light that danced in front. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the curtains and the distant chirping of birds carrying on the wind. The rain had stopped. All was calm and then.
I thought I might have seen a lace-wearing candlelit cat spook.
The candle's flame flickered wildly and then, with a soft puff, went out.
Thursday, August 8, 2024
FOREVER - 2024 A GHOST PAINTING
FOREVER - 2024 PAINTING AVAILABLE ON ETSY
The painting depicts a small ghost in a dark, spooky room, lit only by the moonlight coming through the gothic windows and the candle the ghost holds in his hand. He has an ankh in his other hand, the key the Egyptians believed unlocked the gates to immortality.
FOREVER
I had not known before
Forever was so long a word.
The slow stroke of the clock of time
I had not heard.
‘Tis hard to learn so late;
It seems no sad heart really learns,
But hopes and trusts and doubts and fears,
And bleeds and burns.
The night is not all dark,
Nor is the day all it seems,
But each may bring me this relief—
My dreams and dreams.
I had not known before
That Never was so sad a word,
So wrap me in forgetfulness—
I have not heard.
Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872 – 1906
Monday, July 22, 2024
HOME
HOME 2024
HOME
I'm longing for the forest;
The pathway in the grasses,
The house that on the ness is.
I am a shade, and haunt still.
The place where memories linger.
I sit within there lonely,
Myself a memory only,-
That is my kingly dwelling.
-Verner Von Heidenstam
A little treasure keep for someone who treasures old haunted houses secluded in the countryside.
4.5 x 4.5 painting on wood.
Easel not included
Wednesday, July 3, 2024
A nice day for a white wedding day
July 3rd, 1982.
A nice day for a white wedding day
I wonder how many guests in the church noticed what was written on Stan's shoes when he was kneeling at the alter☺️
Happy Anniversary to my forever pet❣️
Love you, Stan!
Saturday, May 25, 2024
M'S PINK COTTON CANDY MUNSTER SOURDOUGH BREAD
MY DAUGHTER, EMMA LOVES BAKING BREAD AND HAS FOUND ADDING COLOUR TO HER BREAD JUST MAKES IT A LITTLE EXTRA SPECIAL. ALMOST LIKE EATING COTTON CANDY.
Thursday, May 2, 2024
STORMY WEATHER
I love, love, love the rain. The " pitterin', patterin', beatin', spatterin' " sound of rain against my window comforts me.
And when I watch a spooky, scary, ghostly movie, stormy weather makes the perfect companion.
STORMY WEATHER ~ 2024 ACRYLIC ON ARTIST'S CONK
STORMY WEATHER ~ ETHEL WATERS 1933
Stormy Weather
Don't know whyThere's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare Gloom and misery everywhere Stormy weather Just can't get my poor self together I'm weary all the time, the time So weary all the time When he went away, the blues walked in and met me If he stays away, old rocking chair will get me All I do is pray the Lord above will let me Walk in the sun once more Can't go on All I have in life is gone Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all the time Keeps rainin' all the time I walk around, heavy-hearted and sad Night comes around, I'm still feelin' bad Rain pourin' down, blindin' every hope I had This pitterin', patterin', beatin' and spatterin' drives me mad Love, love, love, love This misery is just too much for me Can't go on Everything I had is gone Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all the time Keeps rainin' all the time
Saturday, April 20, 2024
AH, NOTHING IS TOO LATE! — WIP OF SEASCAPE
Wrote his grand “Oedipus,” and Simonides
Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers
When each had numbered more than fourscore years;
And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten,
Had begun his “Characters of Men.”
Chaucer, at Woodstock, with his nightingales,
At sixty wrote the “Canterbury Tales.”
Goethe, at Weimar, toiling to the last,
Completed “Faust” when eighty years were past.
What then? Shall we sit idly down and say,
“The night has come; it is no longer day”?
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress.
And as the evening twilight fades away,
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
It is never too late to start doing what is right.
Never.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
The Secret of The Sea
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back to me
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze upon the sea!
All the old romantic legends,
All my dreams, come back
to me.
Till my soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.
LISTEN
Sunday, April 14, 2024
'Ah! What pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea!' - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 : )
Monday, April 8, 2024
Magic from Heaven
Magic from Heaven. We never thought we would witness something so beautiful. Glad we took the tiny ride to Domville. My son and daughter took the photos of the eclipse.
Solar Eclipse
Excuse the off focus family photo. Blind as a bat.: )
Saturday, April 6, 2024
April Snow
April snow turned spring into a wintry scene.
Winter - just catching up with some lost time.
Saturday, March 23, 2024
HEART'S DESIRE ~ A WOOD OF MY OWN
I always like to change things in my paintings as I paint and return to them often. Looking at the painting in a different light of day helps me see things I might have missed the day before. I wasn't sure about leaving the trunks without their leaves needles. When I finally decided to add the needles to the trees, I was happy I did.
A pine stand in the woods is always fragrant and delightful.
March
by William Cullen Bryant
The stormy March is come at last,
With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast,
That through the snowy valley flies.
Ah, passing few are they who speak,
Wild stormy month! in praise of thee;
Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak,
Thou art a welcome month to me.