BEWITCHED by Cloud 9

Painting requires patience to create a beautiful landscape, much like a well-told story becomes immortal. To conceive the magic in a landscape, I must remember to be patient, take time, not rush and remember to add the details. And then, it becomes bewitched. 

Large seascape original acrylic painting on canvas 20x14 inches. Seaside landscape painting. Original Painting

CLOUD 9

CLOUD 9 -WIP

Pudding Cake Cove: a place of my dreams. 
When I paint, I most often find myself on cloud 9. Usually, while my husband cooks, I paint."Where's your mind, Anna"? When he continues talking, I often reply with the phrase, "I'm on cloud 9", having no clue what he said following his inquiry. 
Painting allows me to create the places I dream of. The sea is one place I love and love to paint. I suppose it is because I was born by the sea. One can never forget their first home.
I'm not sure what to call my art style. I guess it is naive, along with the style of Maud Lewis. 


So, here is my current happy place. 

- "Cloud 9" 2024 WIP acrylic on oval canvas 20 x 14

Maybe add a Seastar on the beach and lighten the sea cave entrance.

Oh, of course listening to CLOUD 9 BY GEORGE HARRISON 

CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

When one lives with cats, there is never a dull moment; cats love to tell us stories, mostly funny ones.

I asked Bat, "Remember last Christmas, what happened to Tom "? "I remember. Just when he reached the top of the tree, the branch snapped under him, and he fell".

Not exactly, I said. Tom shouted to the ghost: " Oh no, catch me if you can." Lucky for him, the ghost caught him.

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.

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

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I've decided to sell most of my original paintings. I don't have the room for my collections and to store them in a closet is a sin, better to be enjoyed.

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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

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!

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.

HERMAN SOURDOUGH BREAD

 

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

AH, NOTHING IS TOO LATE! — WIP OF SEASCAPE

Wip of Seascape -

' JULY 5TH, 1868: Today I have completed sixty-four Springtimes...and now here I am, a very old woman, embarked on my-sixty-fifth year. By one of those strange oddities in my destiny, I am now in much better health, much stronger, much more active, than I ever was in my youth... I am troubled by no hankering after the days my youth: I am no longer ambitious for fame: I desire no money except in so far as I should like to be able to leave something to my children and grandchildren...This astonishing old age... has brought me neither infirmity nor lowered vitality.

Can I still make myself useful? That one may legitimately ask, and I think that I can answer 'yes'. I feel that I may be useful in a more personal, more direct way than ever before. I have, though how I do not know, acquired much wisdom. I am better equipped to bring up children... It is quite wrong to think of old age as a downward slope. One climbs higher and higher with the advancing years, and that, too, with surprising strides. How good life is when all that one loves is as warm with life! '

Letter from George Sand to a friend 

George Sand

I have completed sixty- six Springtimes... and now here I am, embarked on my sixty-seventh year. Although far from great health like George Sand ... I desire no fame only maybe more hair : ) and enough money to move into the country or a larger older home and have that to leave behind to my children. Age has given me much wisdom and lessons learned. It's never too late - I Love painting ♥️, creating, learning. 

MUSIC - MARIAGE D'AMOUR

Mariage D'amour by Paul de Senneville

It is too late! Ah, nothing is too late—

Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles
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

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 

The Secret of the Sea - 2024 

The Secret of the Sea 

- 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 

 Secrets of The Sea ~ by Greg Maroney

'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 : )

The cliff and water need more work. Maybe add something else to the painting as well.

WIP ACRYLIC PAINTING 10 X 8 CANVAS

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.: )