BLUE VELVET

Do you ever feel the urgency to rush to the local thrift store with thoughts a treasure is waiting, for you inside? Well, last Saturday, I got the feeling. When I arrived in the parking lot and parked the car, I couldn't get out of the car fast enough and quickly realized that moment I was being silly with my thoughts. I was wrong! I did find a treasure and the black velvet maxi opera coat someone else was trying on, just like the one I owned in the early eighties, I missed by mere moments. 

So I drove home with my treasure, a blue Victorian cup and saucer and resumed painting my landscape. 

I was dreaming in blue today. Blue velvet and Black velvet, and so, my colours of the landscape, and suddenly, this song popped inside my head: Bluer than velvet was the night. Wow, It's been a long time since I heard this oldie. This song takes me back to the early sixties when I was a little girl. Music brings back memories. Some music lingers in our heads forever, timeless, waiting for something to bring it back to life. My painting did that to me. WIP

Blue Velvet

She wore blue velvet 

Bluer than velvet was the night 
Softer than satin was the light 
From the stars 
She wore blue velvet 
Bluer than velvet were her eyes 
Warmer than May, her tender sigh
Love was ours 
Ours, a love I held tightly 
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly 
But when she left gone was the glow of Blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm a memory through the years 
And I still can see blue velvet through my tears

Blue Velvet -Bobby Vinton   

Blue Velvet - Lana Del Rey

HAUNTED WALK

HAUNTED WALK - WIP

Dark and moody. A love for vintage, a passion for old, old anything, old houses, old graveyards, old clothes, old velvet and old lace. A nostalgic yearning for souvenirs from the past. To be surrounded by the antiquity of yesterday, now gone and long. Secret gardens that never sleep, filled with purple, blue, white, and silver under a white moon, intoxicated by
their fragrance drifting on the night air. Deep, dark forests hidden away from the world, enchantingly haunted. I dream of escaping the world, finding my gothic fairytale cottage before I die and eventually passing it on to my kids. Meanwhile, I paint my dreams. I just watched Steffi/Moda Misfit on YouTube and watched two of her videos. Whimsigoth Decor and Dark Cottagecore Decor, I adore both of these styles.
I love painting on old wood, incorporating my artwork in old vintage frames and bringing the past into the present. I believe my art follows these vibes.

OLD LOVE - Some Oldies I did

SOLD

A Selkie Tale

Above the sea hang beautiful glittering stars, a moon thinly veiled in mist. The sea's haunting melancholy beauty invited Blue to shore. She longed to see him again. It was last autumn they met. It seemed like a lifetime to Blue. Maybe this Halloween night, they would meet again.

An original acrylic painting on stretched canvas 

 20" x 14" Folk art/naive  

Original will be available on Etsy

Midnight, the Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

 

Midnight, The Stars and You- A Selkie Tale

Blue looked to shore, longing to see her love, her secret.

It's Halloween night, midnight when magic appears.

She disrobes and walks upon the beach and makes her rendezvous.

Acrylic painting on stretched canvas WIP

Midnight, the Stars and You -AL BOWLLY

Midnight and a rendezvous
Your eyes held a message tender
Saying: I surrender all my love to you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight brought us sweet romance
I know all my whole life through
I'll be remembering you
Whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you

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