Visitors

 

Visitors

I live in London. My house was built in 1755 and of course we've got some "visitors". Sometimes the rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving me steadily toward peeing my pants. For some flesh and blood visitors like friends or family who come to England and spend time with us , the presence is unbearable, others not even notice something is around here. I use to see it at the same places, and is there, where people who sense something tell me about it, which leads me to think I am not the only one. Since we are planning to sell to move down to another place of England, "it" is more active and the vibe I feel makes me feel not wanting to leave. Well, this is a brief story of our ghost and in a way, inspired me to do this artwork.