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Saturday, March 23, 2024

HEART'S DESIRE ~ A WOOD OF MY OWN



I always like to change things in my paintings as I paint and return to them often. Looking at the painting in a different light of day helps me see things I might have missed the day before. I wasn't sure about leaving the trunks without their leaves needles. When I finally decided to add the needles to the trees, I was happy I did.

A pine stand in the woods is always fragrant and delightful. 









March 

by William Cullen Bryant




The stormy March is come at last,

With wind, and cloud, and changing skies;

I hear the rushing of the blast,

That through the snowy valley flies.




Ah, passing few are they who speak,

Wild stormy month! in praise of thee;

Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak,

Thou art a welcome month to me.




Tuesday, March 19, 2024

NIGHT DREAM SERIES ~ HEART'S DESIRE ~ A WOOD OF MY OWN


There is nothing wrong with dreaming a wish your heart makes. 

My heart's desire ~ own a woodland.





Heart's Desire ~ A Wood of My Own ~ Anna 2024



Inspired by the book I was reading, 'The Hidden Life of Trees', and my dreamscape, I wanted to paint another woodland. 

I began the painting with tall trees and a path. A hidden spring rushed from behind the tall branchless trees down to a velvet green meadow where violets secretly were beginning to bloom in early March. Hearts followed me with every brush stroke, popping up in the most unexpected places. Even when I took my blood sugar this morning, one flowed out of my finger in a heart. And the angel #4, well, that too magically appeared only I extended the cross line.





Illuminated by a starry night sky, the woods show their secret hearts in Spring.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

LOVELY ARE THE WOODS IN SPRING ~ THE HIDEOUT

LOVELY ARE THE WOODS IN SPRING ~ THE HIDEOUT
One month is past, another is begun,
Since merry bells rang out the dying year,
And buds of rarest green began to peer,
As if impatient for a warmer sun;
And though the distant hills are bleak and dun,
The virgin snowdrop, like a lambent fire,
Pierces the cold earth with it's green-streaked spire
And in dark woods, the wandering little one
May find a primrose. Hartley Coleridge
I believe I'm done.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, March 2, 2024

THE HIDEOUT

The woods, a place from another dimension; in my subconscious mind, the dream-like forest has come to life in my landscape. A wood beyond the world. A hiding place to seek refuge, a sanctuary amongst old friends where one little bird can call his safe place. 




Sorry for the bad photo. Will retake later.




The Hideout ~ Anna 2024


Sunday, February 25, 2024

"Haunted? Yes, but by the wrong ghost!"

Currently reading 'The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate—Discoveries from A Secret World' by Peter Wohlleben
I borrowed this book yesterday from my local library. From the rave reviews it received, it will be one to add to my library. But, for now, I'm happily reading the borrowed book. 



The other day, I described the woodland landscape I was painting as a ghostly place. The faint chirp of a single bird echoes in the lonely grove. "Haunted? Yes, but by the wrong ghost!" N.E.GENGE

You see, there are no ghosts to see, only the woods.


From the look on Maggie's face, she might have heard something coming out of the canvas, so quiet only a cat could perceive the sound.
Were the trees talking?

"But if you hear a light crackling the next time you take a walk in the forest, perhaps it won't be just the wind...pg#13 'The Hidden Life of Trees'.

STILL A WIP


Wednesday, February 21, 2024

There Be Ghosts

There are no ghosts to see, just a feeling of loneliness in the stillness of the woods. The faint chirp of a single bird echoes in the lonely grove.
First coat of paint. I shall take my time with this painting.
I love watching Columbo and Perry Mason while I paint. There is something magical about my old favorites; they help me focus on my work. 




Tuesday, February 20, 2024

Vintage Wood

“If you have never had a garden you cannot understand, and if you have had a garden you will know that it would take a whole book to describe all that came to pass there.”
We saw a deer yesterday; I think she brought us good luck
Poor thing couldn't find a way out of the maze. I sure hope she found a way to her home.





I miss the trees, the birds, and the wildlife. 



WIP 20 X 14 OVAL

 
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

HAPPY VALENTIE'S DAY!

HAPPY VALENTIE'S DAY!



Flowers for his sweetiesStan gave us flowers and we gave him a card Sick with a cold today Photo by M








HAPPY VALENTIE'S DAY!

HAPPY VALENTIE'S DAY!




Flowers for his sweetiesStan gave us flowers and we gave him a card  Sick with a cold today Photo by M






Wednesday, February 7, 2024

HERMAN MUNSTER BREAD

A lesson from Herman Munster
Once he's out of the refrigerator, you feed him, keep him warm and be patient.
Around mid-January, I picked up a batch of sourdough starter from The 
Crusty Baker Bakery in Kemptville. All they asked in exchange was to name the dough. I gave the dough Herman Munster as a name. Well, my husband finally baked the Sourdough bread last night with plenty more dough left for my daughter to bake her own. Hers takes a while longer to prepare before baking. Herman turned out amazing, Stan! Thanks Crusty Baker!
p.s. I can't wait to see M's!










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SO GOOD!

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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