Mummy, I'm Here, I Can See You..!

Hi everyone, I hope you're doing well!

As stated in my previous blog, I'm currently experimenting a bit with audiovisuals to explore the possibilities of my artwork.

This short clip is the second in a series centering around the 'ghosts & apparitions' theme that I love so much.

 

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Ghosts That Dwell In Dolls Houses: The Lady with the Vacuum Cleaner.

They say that every old house has a resident ghost, and to be honest, I think the same goes for old dolls houses. And considering that I have quite a few very old dolls houses, well.. you can figure that they must host a whole plethora of spirits!

One of them is what I call the "Lady with the vacuum cleaner", or "Vacuum cleaner lady" . This apparition is seen wearing what looks like Edwardian servants clothing, which places her in the period 1901-1920, or shortly thereafter.  

Although she can be quite frightening to whomever may see her, she's actually totally harmless. She just goes faithfully about the business of cleaning the house, even though it has been uninhabited for many years. Perhaps, in her world, she still sees the house as it once was. Who knows..

Above: image of Edwardian servant.

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for visiting, keep safe, and see you next time!

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The Wealden house's little secret....

I just knew there was something odd about the old Wealden house! And I was right, for it came with a little secret..! I was studying one of the vacant rooms, when I heard something moving in the room next to it. It sounded like an object rolling and squeaking, accompanied by what sounded like a faint children's laughter. And although the sound of a child's cheerful mirth invariably puts a smile on my face, this one actually made the blood in my veins run cold.

And, suddenly, the spectre of an infant riding an old, wooden go-cart came out of the darkness, and through the open door! His arms up in the air and his eyes, well, I don't think I'll easily forget those! And as it drove towards me, grinning, it vanished just as quickly as it had appeared...

I just knew there was something strange about the Wealden house, and now that 'something' had manifested itself to me.

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