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Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts

Saturday, October 14, 2023

SALEM ~ A HALLOWEEN PAINTING

 











★★★★SALEM ★★★★ 2023




Handmade Original
Measures 10 x 8
Material : Acrylic Painting
Signed and Dated


~Artist retains copyright ownership and all reproduction rights to the artwork.
©AnnabelleandM


I couldn't sleep but I remembered my dream... Salem returned.


Here is a spooky cute poem by
Ian Serraillier,


"Ian Serraillier was an English novelist and poet. He retold legends from England, Greece and Rome and was best known for his children's books, especially The Silver Sword, a wartime adventure story that the BBC adapted for television in 1957 and again in 1971." ~ Wikipedia


‘The Visitor’, by Ian Serraillier


A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;


A man was walking, late and alone...


He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.


He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.


“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,


As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.


At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.


“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”


“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.


It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”


“What was that, William? What did it say?”


“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”


She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.


★★★★Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.★★★★


ORIGINAL PAINTING ON SALE HERE: 

ANNABELLE & M



Monday, October 9, 2023

HAUNTED? GHOSTS? ... WIP of Haunted Landscape acrylic 8 x 10

 

HAUNTED ? GHOSTS?

“No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I don’t fear!” 


WIP of Haunted Landscape acrylic 8 x 10

HAPPY THANKSGIVINGπŸ¦ƒ

THANKFUL WE ARE FARING WELL FROM COVID❤️





Tuesday, September 26, 2023

HEART'S EASE



HEART'S EASE













I dream of a house in the country surrounded by a wildflower field and a forest beyond. The quietness and tranquility of the countryside, the absence of mental stress and anxiety, is my happy pill.

Heart's Ease is such a place I seek.

My Joy Within.




Florence has lived at Heart's Ease with his cats for a long time.

The outside world is far and away.

Make a tiny ghost for Halloween:

Monday, August 21, 2023

FLORENCE BLUME THE GHOST , BAT AND MAGGIE, OSGOODE AND PUDDING



"I look around me, and, lo! On every visage, a black veil! Pleasant is a rainy winter's day, within doors! The best study for such a day, or the best amusement,---call it which you will,--- is a book... "

TWICE TOLD TALES






A night enjoying Perry Mason and studying my painting









The pitter-pattering of the rain on the window pane had made Florence fall asleep. It only had been a minute, although it felt like hours to Florence.
Waking in a clouded daze, he found all four cats still in the Spirit room. Osgoode was climbing up his lap while Pudding snuggled under his chin. They had come for a sleepover with Bat and Maggie. Florence had promised them some spooky stories before bedtime. Unfortunately, the little kittens had given Florence such a workout he fell asleep during Perry Mason in The Case of The Wary Wildcatter" and missed the ending. Now Florence was awake, he couldn't wait to read them the stories. Bedtime would follow and Florence could catch the ending he missed.











CLOUDY DAZE 2023







Monday, June 12, 2023

NIGHT GALLERY

NIGHT GALLERY







NIGHT GALLERY on Etsy Original Painting



Rod Serling's Night Gallery, The Art of Darkness. Back in the late 1960s, one of my favorite shows I loved watching was Night Gallery. Rod Serling would start the show by presenting each horror tale in a painting he had in an Art Gallery. Artist Thomas J. Wright was the artist behind all of the spooky artwork. Rod Serling would introduce each story of every episode with one of Wright's eerie paintings. The Cemetery was one of my very favorites. I painted over a painting I did some time ago inspired by Night Gallery's The Cemetery. Adding Florence the Ghost and Bat to The Cemetery just seemed perfectly haunting. This Original Painting, Night Gallery will soon be available on Etsy. Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING "Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023
a Mixed Media ORIGINAL PAINTING
"Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️

© 2023 @batandmaggie


Saturday, April 1, 2023

EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK - FLORENCE BLUME - πŸ‘€πŸ–€




Florence didn't have a wife keeping count of his ever-growing collection of old things. However, it did come at a cost. He had successfully filled his house to the rafters, in the attic, in the basement, in the garage, and in the small cottage at the back of the property.

The other day, Florence found an old book at the thrift store someone had painted inside of.

One of the paintings was of a woman sitting with a cat on her lap: I wonder who she was, Florence uttered out loud, no one there to hear him.




Excerpt from the book - FLORENCE BLUMEπŸ‘€πŸ–€




*ALL OUR VISITORS BRING HAPPINESS

SOME BY COMING AND OTHERS BY GOING *




"Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see." - Happy April 1st

And A Happy Caturday🐾🐾🐾🐾


A mother/daughter Ghostly Adventure, writing together for the first time about their favorite subject, the supernatural.

♥️ Annabelle & 
M ♥️ © 2023

Tuesday, March 28, 2023

BAT TUB

Bat, bathing in the moonlight, at midnight, in the dark, in the woods, alone. 











My daughter hijacked my painting; no stars, no flowers, no more cats, and no ghosts. Maybe, Halloween? She named it Bat Tub.




“The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.”

― Munia Khan




"Believe nothing you hear and half of what you see."

Friday, March 17, 2023

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! ☘️

Happy Saint Patrick's Day! ☘️







Happy Saint Patrick's Day! ☘️

Sometimes, you have to believe in ghosts, fairies, and the luck of the Irish.

This little black pussy cat was rescued early this morning on Saint Patty's Day. Florence picked up the tiny creature who wasn't quite ready for upstairs with some help from the fairies. They lent Florence their Fairy's ladder made of Lily of the Valley. The fragrance was heavenly. Now, Florence had a new kitten to name.


Happy Saint Patrick's Day! ☘️


This is a very old Irish poem written by a monk in the 8th or 9th century.

"Pangur was a common name for cats at that place and time and the word “Ban” means white in Gaelic."




Pangur Ban - THE IRISH CAT POEM (vulpeslibris.wordpress.com)

I and Pangur Ban, my cat,

'Tis a like task we are at;

Hunting mice is his delight,

Hunting words I sit all night.




Better far than praise of men

'Tis to sit with book and pen;

Pangur bears me no ill will;

He, too, plies his simple skill.




'Tis a merry thing to see

At our task how glad are we,

When at home we sit and find

Entertainment to our mind.




Oftentimes a mouse will stray

Into the hero Pangur's way;

Oftentimes my keen thought set

Takes a meaning in its net.




'Gainst the wall he sets his eye

Full and fierce and sharp and sly;

'Gainst the wall of knowledge I

All my little wisdom try.




When a mouse darts from its den.

O how glad is Pangur then!

O what gladness do I prove

When I solve the doubts I love!




So in peace our tasks we ply,

Pangur Ban, my cat and I;

In our arts we find our bliss,

I have mine, and he has his.




Practice every day has made

Pangur perfect in his trade ;

I get wisdom day and night,

Turning Darkness into light.'




Translation by Robin Flowers


Happy Saint Patrick's Day! ☘️



Monday, October 24, 2022

GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE ... INSPIRED ...ART, CATS, GHOSTS, WITCHES AND WOLVES WIP OIL ON CANVAS

I believe in God and so for me what the lyrics in this song mean is that God loves everyone and has no favourites. My daughter is a Supernatural fan and she saved the last season until now. My husband and I are watching it with her and with every episode I find myself looking up songs they played on the show. This one,hubby beat me to it. Someone behind the scenes has excellent taste in music, lol. Love SUPERNATURAL and will be watching reruns for some time and of course the new spinoff. 






MAGGIE THOUGHT I WAS DOING A CAT PHOTOSHOOT, LOL




If the stars fall down on me
And the sun refused to shine
Then may the shackles be undone
May all the old words cease to rhyme
If the sky turned into stone
It will matter not at all
For there is no heaven in the sky
Hell does not wait for our downfall
Let the voice of reason shine
Let the pious vanish for all time
God's face is hidden, all unseen
You can't ask Him what it all means
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
See ten thousand ministries
See the holy, righteous dogs
They claim to heal, but all they do is steal
Abuse your faith, cheat, and rob
If God is wise, why is He still
When these false prophets call Him friend?
Why is He silent? Is He blind?
Are we abandoned in the end?
Let the sword of reason shine
Let us be free of prayer and shrine
God's face is hidden, turned away
He never has a word to say
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Let right or wrong alone decide
God was never on your side
No, no, no!
He was never on your side
God was never on your side
Never, never, never, never
Never on your side
Never on your side
God was never on your side
Never on your side

Songwriters: Philip Campbell / Micael Delaoglou / Ian Kilmister





WORKING ON A WITCH AND THEN WILL BE ADDING THE WOLF




 MotΓΆrhead- God was Never On Your Side Supernatural -  Road So Far) p.s. The music video is amazing. Love it

GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE - MOTORHEAD (SUPERNATURAL-THE ROAD SO FAR )



Thursday, September 22, 2022

" MOONSTRUCK " ... THE REVIVAL OF "GHOSTS IN THE MOONLIGHT" WIP OIL ON WOOD MIXED MEDIA

 

"Anything can happen when you have all the time in the world"

The merriest month of the year, May.

The flowers of the field and of the garden scented the spring air with their sweet perfume. I closed my lap top and put my phone on silent. I spent my Spring to the end of Summer in my garden. I had all the time in the world to do what I wanted. 

I watched "Gardener's World" on Britbox, went thrifting and bought a few more vintage gardening books, and visited nurseries I had never seen before. I brought home more plants for the garden and added more to my wish list. I had read somewhere pinning a sprig of rosemary in your hair brightened your memory and in the story "The Time Garden" sniffing a little Thyme might just transport u somewhere back in time. These little silly simply pleasures one might discover in the garden amongst the birds and the bees and the dragonflies never fail to enlight my heart.

 And then, early in September as I was watering the flowers, I noticed Bat, our black cat watching me from the bench at the kitchen table he had climbed to get a better view of what I was up to. He was such a cutie standing on his hind legs with his paws over the back of the bench leaning over with his face smooshed against the window. Someday I thought, I would paint him doing exactly that but at that moment he gave me another idea, one of reviving a painting I had already done.

"Ghosts in the Moonlight" was an oil painting I loved but I always knew eventually the forest would change. The way Bat had stood on the bench made me think why not have him climb right to the top of one of the trees and gaze into the enchanted moon. Make Little Bat moonstruck. So I did.

For the moment I shall simply call it,

" MOONSTRUCK " it may change.

 I still remember Bat on the bench, I think the rosemary has helped, lol.


Still a WIP... Mixed Media, Oil On Wood 2022








  


Thursday, January 27, 2022

THE PERFECT BAT πŸ¦‡ FOR THE HALLOWEEN TREE

Whenever I paint or create often, I return to it and make minor adjustments.
The Halloween Tulle Tree I made earlier this week was cute but, the little bat sticker disappeared into the tree branches: a bit too small for the tree.
I rummaged through my Halloween decorations for my little sparkly bats and found the perfect bat. The funny thing is, my Halloween ornaments are slowly coming out of hibernation in January when Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Oh well, it turned out for the better. I love my little Halloween tree even more now.


I ended up using E6000 for adhering the sparkly bat to the tree with a black pipe cleaner, adding the tiny ghost to a branch permanently with hot glue. I believe The Halloween Tree is done for now until I find the perfect little ornaments for it. I hope you like it. 












Saturday, October 23, 2021

Happy Caturday - October 23rd Theme - Heros

I, I will be Batman,


And you, you will be my Super Girl


"We can be heroes just for one day."


HEROS - David Bowie


' Haunted ' by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez

This house is haunted!

'Haunted'

by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez




A haunting portrait to hunt my home - perfectly spooky! An original I recently purchased by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez of Coffee With Frida Inspired by Old Hollywood classic actress Loretta Young. Thanks so much, Stacy. Very happy, she now haunts my house.






Friday, October 8, 2021

Inheritance



There's a house in Kemptville which has a fireplace under the stairs.
I fell in love and, I saved the realtor's brochure in my book box of art I someday would like to paint.

Summer came and went in a flash. My mood was in a shadow and, then, Autumn arrived and October. The chill in the air, the trees turning beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds, the beautiful moon at night all filled my senses. It's the month of October that always stirs my spirit, of course, our cats as well. "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."
If only more months would do the same for my mood as October does.

It's almost four years now, on October 27th, 2017, when Bat and Maggie, our two little rescues, showed up at our back door on M's birthday and Black Cat Appreciation Day in the UK. Bat is a black cat, well, a brown-black Nordic cat; imagine the coincidence. Magical! Because of them, our days are busy with photoshoots, paintings and, stories. M loves doing the photoshoots and, I love painting the two little Gremlins.

"Inheritance"- my latest painting, began with the Fireplace Under The Stairs and Halloween. I can't help it. I'm bewitched by October.
Bats, cats, pumpkins and, ghosts are purrfect for a Halloween Night in Uncle Herman's old cottage. Oh, did I tell you? I almost forgot to mention Bat and Maggie inherited Uncle Herman's estate, " Bat Cottage ".

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.











Saturday, October 17, 2020

"What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?"πŸ’‘ HAPPY CATURDAY!🐱‰πŸΎ

Happy Caturday Theme for October 17th /2020

~ "CATPHABET ~Your cat's name & persuade your cat to pose for a photo with an object that starts with the same letter."


"This year I'm going to be Batman, said Bat"!






























And I'm going to be The Cat of Monte Cristo, said Maggie! 

“Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo









"Oh, how I wish I could fly like the Bats on the Clock, said Bat!"



Combine the two, cats and a pandemic and, what have you got? Infinite time to think! 

Ah, captivity, house arrest, hours spent in barred boundaries between four walls, and if you are lucky, a garden to soak in the sun while the weather is still warm although now a little too chilly. Nothing like being an outdoor cat! I miss having no boundaries, so what do we do?

Well, we join groups, cat lovers group, art group, writing group, music group, garden group, you find yourself pretty much forget you're living in a pandemic, almost. I still miss visiting family, thrifting, shopping, movies, and eating out. So for the time being this will help some.


THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO

“What would you not have accomplished if you had been free?"

"Possibly nothing at all; the overflow of my brain would probably, in a state of freedom, have evaporated in a thousand follies; misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced — from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination.”

― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

Until life returns to normal keep focus on the treasures at hand. Stay safe♥️












Monday, October 12, 2020

DORMIR SOUS UN CYPRES

"Dormir sous un cyprΓ¨s, or “to sleep under a cypress” means to be dead."


OIL ON WOOD WIP



I left it for dead.

When I was inspired to paint The Quiet Garden, it was after I had come upon a beautiful garden behind The Saint John the Baptist Anglican Church in Richmond, Ontario, next to the church graveyard. But, I failed in capturing the serene landscape of The Quiet Garden and tossed the painting into the woodpile.
Sometimes, what I have in mind does not always turn out the way I conceive it in my mind. Now, I have arrived where the road leads to though not so sure how to go on. I will need to give it some thought before I make my next brush stroke.



THE ROAD NOT TAKEN


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


~Robert Frost

Saturday, October 10, 2020

PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR πŸ” πŸ‘€IN THE HAUNTED CHAMBER

EMMA'S SUBMISSION FOR HAPPY CATURDAY THEME
" IT'S A CAT'S JOB"

Do you believe in GHOSTS?
BAT DOES!
BAT, PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR




On dark and spooky nights, when all have retired to bed, you'll find Bat hunting ghosts, the ghost hunting cat who never misses an anomaly and whose dream is for one day to go on a Ghost Adventure with Zak Bagans. 

TIME FOR A GHOST ADVENTURE, BAT?

"Each heart has its haunted chamber,
Where the silent moonlight falls!
On the floor are mysterious footsteps,
There are whispers along the walls!
And mine at times is haunted
By phantoms of the Past
As motionless as shadows
By the silent moonlight cast.
A form sits by the window,
That is not seen by day,
For as soon as the dawn approaches
It vanishes away. "

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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