Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts

Friday, October 28, 2011

Cemetarys and Other Spooky Stuff

Shhhhhhhhh let me tell you a secret I love to visit graveyards.


The graves are like homes where we continue to visit our loved ones in death, just as we once visited their homes in life. Some cemeteries are so grand they truly deserve to be called a city of the dead - a necropolis. Wherever I go, I try to capture the voices suspended in marble, the dead remembered by stone, roses and tears. When I was a melancholy girl, I would make myself a picnic lunch and walk to the Weston, Idaho Cemetery almost everyday, there I would enjoy the peaceful atmosphere while munching my potted meat sandwitch..

My Grandmother Geneva taught me to be respectful and not to walk on the graves. She also taught me that graves always face East to greet the rising sun and the Resurrection.

Another time when I was a teenager my girlfriend Kim and I went to the Salt Lake City Cemetery to drink wine and horse around we were getting loud and disrespectful then something popped my big gulp cup from my hand and drenched me with wine and ice. Someones dissapproving Grandmother or Gramdfather I imagine. We both screamed and laughed hysterically while running as fast as we could go. Its rude and disrespectful to wake the dead with wild parties.

But I'm sure they will be expecting visitors on All Hallows Eve when the veil is the thinnest.

WooooOOOO00000 ARE YOU SCARED YET?!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Happy Halloween!




Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Oil Painting
16X20
320.00

Song of the Witches
by William Shakespeare

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Monday, October 27, 2008

A REAL LIVE GHOST!

Is it Halloween yet? Because The spooks are alive and coming to visit early. This is what I saw outside my window tonight. REALLY REALLY.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Are You Scared Yet? Just wait until Halloween!


funkey skeleton art by Susan Moore


TITLE: Are You Scared Yet?
ARTIST: Judy Vars
MEDIUM: Encaustic Wax Painting
PRICE: $55.00

This is a spooky piece for the Halloween Party at Firefly Gallery. See you there October 29, 30, and 31, 419 L. Street, downtown Anchorage. I just rented one wall of gallery space to show off my dark art. Please if you are local come by we'll be having a howling good time.
Some man the other day looked at my clouds in Girdwood and said you need to cheer up and lighten your mood. I say not until after Halloween, some people are so critical ehhh.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Witches - Baba Yaga



TITLE:Baba Yaga
ARTIST:Judy Vars
MEDIUM: Oil
PRICE: 195.00
SIZE: 20" X 16"
Framed With Old Barnwood
Baba Yaga

She is a Slavic ogress who voyages across the skies with Death, her companion. Sometimes she travels in a flying cauldron, sometimes in a mortar, with a pestle as a rudder, steering through the clouds, In her wake boil tempests, hurricanes, tornadoes. She steals children, and if they are particularly unlucky, she eats them.

Her home is a hut perched atop a giant chicken claw that hops continually; causing her house to twirl in the air, the picker fence around this curious dwelling is crowned with the skulls of children.

Parents warn their unruly progeny that she will come to take them if they don’t behave. She is thus a kind of Slavic bogey-person, but is also rumored that she controls inspiration and creativity-not unlike the White Goddess.

Witches by Erica Jong

Monday, October 29, 2007

AWAKENING

Two boys make a discovery that unleashes evil. Once it has been awakened, it cannot be undone. The question is...Who is hunted?
A film by award winning director, Mike Barker
Starring: Max Barker (Kindergarden Rock and Monkey bar Mayhem)
Nick Barker (Then There Was Two and The Fifty Dollar Envelope)
and indroducing Jackson Cole Barker as himself.
Copyright 2004
Arctic Assins Productions

Monday, October 15, 2007

Rhaya's Witch and a Flying Ointment Recipe

The little witch is making her annual flying ointment recipe before the other witches arrive on All Hallows Eve. All the witches from far and wide want to know what is the secret ingredient that makes Rhayas flying potent the best. It's a secret.
1
3 grams annamthol
30 grams betel
50 grams extract of opium
5 grams cinquefoil
15 grams henbane
15 grams belladonna
15 grams hemlock
250 grams Cannabis Indica
5 grams canthreindin
blend with your choice vaseline, safflower oil or butter.

Caution!!!! Don't try this recipe at home.




#1 Jong, Erica "Witches" page number 154, 1981, New York and Scarborough, Ontario

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

The Halloween Spirit wooooooooooooooooooooooo

I'm going about a painting of a graveyard for All Hallows Eve. OK let me tell you a secret I love to visit graveyards. A graveyard is a quiet place. Graveyards are the silent cities of the dead. They are homes where we continue to visit our loved ones in death, just as we once visited their homes. Some cemeteries are so grand they truly deserve to be called a city of the dead - a necropolis. Wherever I go, I try to capture the voices suspended in marble, the dead remembered by roses. I am attracted to cemeteries always have been. When I was a girl made a picnic lunch and visited the Weston, Idaho Cemetary. My Grandmother taught me to be respectful and not to walk on the graves. She also taught taught me that graves always face East to greet the rising sun. Although I have found that is not always the case.

Another time when I was a teenager my girlfriend Kim and I went to the City Cemetery to drink wine and horse around we were getting loud and disrespectful then something popped the big gulp cup from my hand and drenched me with wine and ice. We both screamed and laughed and got the hell outa there its rude and disrepctful to wake the dead. But I'm sure they will be expecting visitors on All Hallows Eve when the veil is the thinnest.
WooooOOOO00000ARE YOU SCARED YET?!