Description All houses wherein men have lived and diedAre haunted houses. Through the open doorsThe harmless phantoms on their errands glide,With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,Along the passages they come and go,Impalpable impressions on the air,A sense of something moving to and fro. There are more guests at table than the hostsInvited ; the illuminated hallIs thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,As silent as the pictures on the wall. The stranger at my fireside cannot seeThe forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;He but perceives what is; while unto meAll that has been is visible and clear. We have no title-deeds to house or lands;Owners and occupants of earlier datesFrom graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,and hold in mortmain still their old estates. The spirit-world around this world of senseFloats like an atmosphere, and everywhereWafts through these earthly mists and vapours denseA vital breath of more ethereal air. Our little lives are kept in equipoiseBy opposite attractions and desires;The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,And the more noble instinct that aspires. These perturbations, this perpetual jarOf earthly wants and aspirations high,Come from the influence of an unseen star,And undiscovered planet in our sky. And as the moon from some dark gate of cloudThrows o'er the sea a floating bridge of lightAcross whose trembling planks our fancies crowd,Into the real of mystery and night, - So from the world of spirits there descendsA bridge of light, connecting it with this,O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,Wander our thoughts across the dark abyss.Haunted HousesBy Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (1807-1882)
D Schellack, Northern California Member Since January 2009 Artist Statement A Five Time Imagekind Featured Artist -
Art is nothing less than a true gift. It has
given me great happiness. I have always
had a love for drawing. I guess you
could say my first commission was in the
third grade. I was asked to draw an
Indian Mural for the back of the
classroom. Everyone loved the mural.
What a feeling!
Art affects the way I see things, and the
way I feel about the things around me.
The pride that comes from knowing you
have made something that others can
admire. Just hearing someone say they
like your work is reward enough.
My training mainly has come from
reading anything, and everything
pertaining to art. I had four years of art
classes in high school.
I switched thoughts from art to mask design after
high school. I worked as a Sr. VLSI
Mask Design Engineer for a large
corportation for many years.
I enjoy doing all types of art, and have
recently added stained glass to the list.
I am always open for comments.
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