Digital art - Artrage app - Windows PC - Wacom Bamboo - Title: SPOOKY WOODCHESTER

Woodchester is a gothic mansion set in the Gloucester countryside in England. Allegedly haunted. It also has a belfry with bats!

Gargoyles, protrude the building. 

Mr Akey attempts to copy a Yorkshire accent, I don't know which country he comes from but it's good haha.. if not a bit old fashioned, as a 'Yorkshire lass' my accent isn't remotely like this, but I think its funny he thinks I sound like this. Byy ekk ;)

As one does when following link to link to God knows where, I stumbled upon this poem that could have been the favorite of some ghostly spirits wandering across the moors. . . or in one of your time forgotten mansions. A poem of ever-longing. Can't you just hear this coming from within the old stones. . .

IF YOU WERE COMING IN THE FALL, I'D BRUSH THE SUMMER BY

~Emily Bronte

If you were coming in the fall,

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn,

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,

I'd count them on my hand,

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemens land.

If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be,

I'd toss it yonder like a rind,

And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time's uncertain wing,

It goads me, like the goblin bee,

That will not state its sting.

eeh oop. I'm right 'appy you still find sooch interest in yer wanderin's as so yew've noted over the years 'ere. It's sooch a colorful. . . or colourful interest, eee, by goom, lass. Inspirin' ye might say. So pack oop a lunch, grab yer bike and drawin' tablet. There's no doubt some folks of yore(kshire) flattered by tha attention an' loovin' tha diversion of a lassie an' 'er companion Spirit an' what's 'is name, the significant other chap wif that there Stay Poof Marshmallow Man from Ghostboosters 'as 'is family crest. Seems oot of all them there spirits galavantin' aboot Yorkshire, 'tis tha Art Spirit what wins the day, oh aye. 

Ahem. . . had something in my throat. Yeah, I am rather surprised that in England there's still places where one could get lost in the brambles and come upon a creepy old abandoned mansion. What an adventure!

Well, thanks for the look in. And I have to say I love the style of your paintings there as well--the technique of your vases of flowers and the dog, Michael Jackson (that grouping) is really quite a fine vision with lots of lovely color yet favoring shape and design, demonstrating a light touch within a slightly preferred range of values. -- In my mind, it's analogous to a girl in a meadow singing rhyming couplets about flowers and clear skies.

Whatever it is that has you going, please keep at it. Eeaarr now, yew go Jules, lass!!!!

- Mr D. Akey