Happy Easter🐣🐥🐣🐥
Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Sunday, April 21, 2019
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🐣🐥🐣🐥
Happy Easter🐣🐥🐣🐥
Saturday, April 20, 2019
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.
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
KEEP FAITH❤️
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.
It's a homage to Notre Dame Cathedral and the people of France.
Devenir gris
Devenir grisOne 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:
KEEP FAITH❤️
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
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
Sunday, April 14, 2019
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Saturday, March 30, 2019
" 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.
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.
Friday, March 29, 2019
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 ❤️
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
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.
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.
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.
Monday, March 25, 2019
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.
Friday, March 22, 2019
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
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
Welcome Back, Spring! We've missed you!
Home is Where the Fireflies Dance
Sunday, March 17, 2019
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