There’s a ghost tour in the little town where my mom lives. It’s a historic little town which, apparently is very haunted. There’s a story about an artist whose studio was haunted by someone who was mischievous… who would move things around and hide things. One day, the artist got fed up and yelled at the ghost and told it to leave. The next day, the artist came back to find all her paintings lined up nicely and all her paints organized. She never had a ghost visit again. I think she hurt the ghost’s feelings.

Anyhow. I thought of this story when I painted this…