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Tuesday, May 11, 2021

Bob Marley - Selassie is the Chapel


Bob Marley - Selassie is the Chapel

BOB MARLEY ~ 6 February 1945 – 11 May 1981

" I DON'T REALLY HAVE NO AMBITION YOU KNOW.
I ONLY HAVE ONE THING I'D REALLY LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN.
I LIKE TO SEE MANKIND LIVE TOGETHER,
BLACK, WHITE, CHINESE, EVERYONE. THAT'S ALL."

Sunday, May 9, 2021

MOTHER'S DAY FLOWERS 🌹 ❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️♥️❤️♥️❤️ HAPPY Mother's Day, MOM❣️🌹 ❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❣️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️

MOTHER'S DAY FLOWERS - Stormy weather outside. I just brought them into the garage. Waiting for sunny days head ☀️🌻 and bring you some flowers♥️













I WAS VERY SICK 🀒 SINCE LAST FRIDAY SO UNFORTUNATELY, I MISSED HAPPY CATURDAY. I BELIEVE MY SICKNESS WAS DUE TO BAD FOOD CHOICES AND STRESS ALTHOUGH IT DID MAKE ME WONDER IF IT WAS DUE TO MY FIRST VACCINE SHOT. FEELING BETTER NOW AND WILL SHARE THIS WEEK'S HAPPY CATURDAY PICS WITH NEXT WEEK'S. 



Happy Mother's Day, Mom
❣️🌹
❤️❤️♥️❤️♥️❣️♥️❤️♥️❤️♥️



Friday, April 23, 2021

Bat's Alter Ego - "I am vengeance, I am the night, I am Batman”

Happy Caturday Theme for April 24th - "Memories"


Photo #2 is one of my all-time favorite photographs of Bat. 





Photo#1, there is no question...

" Well, a CAT who dresses up like a bat clearly has issues"...

or simply, Bat is Batman.



“Non tutti possono essere batman, ma batman puΓ² nascondersi dentro ognuno di noi.” ― Fabio Volo, Le prime luci del mattino


"Not everyone can be batman, but batman can hide inside each of us."
- Fabio Volo, The first light of the morning

Monday, April 12, 2021

"MAPLE SPIRIT " -The bLUE aRTIST, A Moon, and Cloud Study, and Then Inspiration Strikes!

"MAPLE SPIRIT " 











The Blue Artist - I'm afraid I haven't grasped hold of color mixing skills, or, for that matter, painting clouds, water, trees or the flowers, the birds and the bees, cats and dogs, just about everything there is to paint, but that's ok, part of the journey is learning the art.
A few weeks ago, I went for a country drive along the Rideau River to look for pussy willows. I make it a habit to take a particular route home passing through Burritts Rapids, a tiny hamlet I love. Right before I turned onto county road 2, I noticed a few of the maple trees at Christ Church had buckets placed on them to collect maple syrup. Not wanting my coffee to get any colder since I had already left it earlier while picking the pussy willows I found, I opted to skip taking their photo. It was only yesterday I told my husband and daughter of the maple trees at the church.
Stan chuckled at the thought of collecting maple syrup from maple trees surrounding the church. He asked me, " Is that the same church with the cemetery at the back where we went for a walk last year"?
"Well, he had the name already picked out, and my daughter, the picture in her mind; I just had to paint it.
"Maple Spirit"; sort of sounds like a brand of maple syrup. Don't you think? And so, the moon and cloud study I was working on got a landscape below. Love how inspiration strikes.











Sunday, April 11, 2021

FORGET-ME-NOT - COTTAGE BY THE SEA

TWO DOVES, A CAT, AND MY SON, LOL.
"OUR HOUSE, THEY SAY; AND MINE, THE CAT DECLARES" AND MINE, SAID; MY SON THIS MORNING WHEN I SENT HIM A PICTURE OF THE COMPLETED OIL PAINTING OF THE COTTAGE BY THE SEA - FORGET-ME-NOT.


I finally decided to place the two doves on the cottage roof and a little white cat in the garden.
On to my next painting. I'm practicing "Hygge; bringing in a little bit of Danish culture into my life and sharing with people that seek that same dreamy place in their life.







MY HOUSE, I SAY


~ ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 1850-1894


"My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
That make my roof the arena of their loves,
That gyre about the gable all day long
And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:
Our house, they say; and mine, the cat declares
And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;
And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath
If any alien foot profane the path.
So, too, the buck that trimmed my terraces,
Our whilom gardener, called the garden his;
Who now, deposed, surveys my plain abode
And his late kingdom, only from the road."

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

MY HOUSE, I SAY...COTTAGE BY THE SEA ~ FORGET-ME-NOT COTTAGE ( WIP/2 )

Yes, this could be my house and mine, said my husband when he looked at my painting this morning. It's still a WIP. I need to finish painting the grass along the path, maybe a couple of doves on the roof and a cat, just like Robert Louis Stevenson wrote about in the poem "My House, I Say."





The Forget- Me- Nots and Tansy are flowers we collected on our trip down east. The Inn at Whale Cove Cottages, Grand Manan Island, New Brunswick, is a place that will always be dear to me and M. We had such a great time there and, Laura, the Inn Keeper at Whale Cove Cottages, made it extra special for us. This painting, inspired by that special place we stayed at one cold October month in 2017. One day, we shall go back!

MY HOUSE, I SAY
~ ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON 1850-1894


"My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

That make my roof the arena of their loves,

That gyre about the gable all day long

And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:

Our house, they say; and mine, the cat declares

And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;

And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath

If any alien foot profane the path.

So, too, the buck that trimmed my terraces,

Our whilom gardener, called the garden his;

Who now, deposed, surveys my plain abode

And his late kingdom, only from the road."


Monday, April 5, 2021

HAPPY EASTERπŸ‡πŸ£ A GREAT DAY FOR PAINTING A COTTAGE BY THE SEA 🌊🏑

HAPPY EASTERπŸ‡πŸ£







A great day for painting a Cottage By The Sea 🌊🏑


COTTAGE BY THE SEA WIP -"I CANNOT COME BECAUSE THAT IS MY HOUR TO BE ALONE."



"But if one says: I cannot come because that is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical, or strange. What a commentary on our civilization when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice!"
It seems to be more than an hour of alone time for me these days, always painting, and thankfully my dear husband doesn't mind and is kind enough to do the family's cooking. Thanks, Stan!!!♥️
Hopefully, the landscape I traveled to once upon a time and visited in my dreams comes to fruition. So far, I like what I see. I know I paint weirdly, although it works for me.

Friday, March 26, 2021

ONE MOSTLY GHOSTLY NIGHT

If I could travel back in time, I would choose Ghostly Victorian England and live in a cottage by the sea, much like "Gull Cottage" from the movie "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir."



A haunting, lonely cottage by the sea, the house I've lived in all my life in my dreams. It was the lonely, ghostly mood of the place and a house sitting silently alone, its only view the romantic sea that I wanted to capture in this painting of three spooky cute ghost cats by the names of Ghost, Spooks, and Boo sitting by the seashore on "One Mostly, Ghostly Night."

As I was painting the ghost cats sitting on the driftwood posts, I got a flashback to the scene of Lucy and her daughter, Anna, on the beach and how the old fisherman carved Anna's name on the driftwood.

I could sign my work with my name, Anna on one of the ghost cat's driftwood posts. How fitting to pay homage to one of my all-time favorite ghost movies.


Oh, and by the way, Annabelle is my nickname given to me by my husband when we first met because I love the poem, Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe. Oh, and one more thing, look at the cloud to the right of the moon.



Lucy Muir: "I want Gull Cottage".
Lucy Muir: "I want Gull Cottage".


If interested in the ghost tale, here is a link to its trailer.

The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
(1947) Gene Tierney, Rex Harrison, Natalie Wood




Friday, February 26, 2021

STORY BOOK DAYS THE CRAZY CAT LADY COLORING BOOK

Story Book Days ☆★.٭•:*:•٭.★☆ ☆★.٭•:*:•٭
























Every day is a lesson learned. I seriously need to keep a book on computer tech stuff because I tend to forget just about everything I have learned through the years. This morning I searched on creating a watermark and managed to make one in pink for M''s illustration of "E.T." the Cat from the coloring book we are presently working on, "The Crazy Cat Lady Coloring Book".©
We are busy adding coloring pages to our Etsy store every day, working on illustrations, paintings, and writing stories; of course, still working on my snowy quilt, 157 posies from one ball of yarn ( 454g )so far.
"Sleep Walk " ~ is one of several paintings which is part of a story  painted by me


Victorian Roses ~ Finally listed this set on Etsy 







Sunday, February 14, 2021

From The Little Vampires With Love ♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️♥️

From The Little Vampires With Love ♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️♥️







When you have two love cats like Bat and Maggie, 
it's very hard not to grab the camera / iPhone and shoot. M took a slew of photos and sent these along to me. I just had to share these sweethearts again, especially today. 


Happy Valentine's Day❣️♥️❤️❤️♥️❤️🐾🐾🐾🐾











Sunday, February 7, 2021

Friday, February 5, 2021

Christopher Plummer RIP πŸ’” The Sound of Music - Edelweiss (Reprise)

Christopher Plummer RIP πŸ’”


"My fellow Austrians, I shall not be seeing you again perhaps for a very long time. I would like to sing for you now... a love song. I know you love. I pray that you will never let it die."

I seem to be quite captivated by this fellow -The Scarecrow


The Scarecrow

- Walter de la Mare



No filter, just my phone, the garden, the scarecrow and, the sunflowers in the snow.



All winter through I bow my head 
beneath the driving rain;
the North Wind powders me with snow
and blows me black again;
at midnight 'neath a maze of stars
I flame with glittering rime,
and stand above the stubble, stiff
as mail at morning-prime.
But when that child called Spring, and all
his host of children come,
scattering their buds and dew upon
these acres of my home,
some rapture in my rags awakes;
I lift void eyes and scan
the sky for crows, those ravening foes,
of my strange master, Man.
I watch him striding lank behind
his clashing team, and know
soon will the wheat swish body high
where once lay a sterile snow;
soon I shall gaze across a sea
of sun-begotten grain,
which my unflinching watch hath sealed
for harvest once again.

MIDNIGHT MARGARITAS

MIDNIGHT MARGARITAS
A place for keeping my art in larger formats

*** Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ***

*** Sir Arthur Conan Doyle ***
“Where there is no imagination there is no horror”. Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.

*** Sir Christopher Lee ***

*** Sir Christopher Lee ***
“There are many vampires in the world today - you only have to think of the film business”

* ~ Spirit of the Night ~

* ~ Spirit of the Night ~
Soon it will be Hallows Eve...Time to create Art from the Dark Side ***Annabelle

~ Turn of the Screw ~

~ Turn of the Screw ~
A Flickr mosaic I made some time ago ~ Annabelle

WE WERE SOLDIERS

WE WERE SOLDIERS
~ Annabelle

Twilight at Sea


The Twilight Hours like birds flew by,
As lightly and as free;
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten Thousand on the sea;
For every wave with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.

Amelia Coppuck Welby

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