David presents this first series of Paranormal Art as 16" x 20" pieces.
Each work includes original capture if not incorporated in the piece itself. No capture has been digitally altered or otherwise in anyway whatsoever unless specified.
Other than the paranormal print, each canvas is original, one of a kind. All pieces with completetion of canvas back drops (3 originasls to choose from) will be submitted to purchaser for approval before shipping. Backdrop requests are welcome to accomodate home or office color schemes and decor.
Each ordered piece will be delivered within 1 to 10 days of approval.
ABOUT THE GHOSTHUNTING ARTIST: I HAVE BEEN INTERESTED IN THE PARANORMAL FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. PERHAPS GROWING UP IN A HAUNTED HOUSE IN NEW ROCHELLE NEW YORK WOULD ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AS TO "WHY"? WHAT IS IT LIKE TO GROW UP IN A HAUNTED HOUSE YOU MAY ASK. THE FIRST TIME I EXPERIENCED ANYTHING COMPLETELY OUT OF THE ORDINARY, WAS WHEN I WAS ABOUT 14 OR 15 YEARS OLD. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO HAVE EASED INTO THE IDEA OF THE PARANORMAL, BUT IT KNOCKED MY SENSES OUT OF THE PARK. IT WAS TERRIFYING. IT WAS CHRISTMAS TIME. OUTSIDE THE COLD IS CRISP AND THE PLEASANT BURNT SMELL OF WINTER IS IN THE AIR. I AM COZY WARM IN MY BEDROOM ON THE THIRD FLOOR OF MY FAMILIES HOME THAT I GREW UP IN. 121 OVERLOOK CIRCLE. AN 87 YEAR OLD, 16 ROOM COLONIAL IN UPSTATE NEW YORK. I HAD A BLESSED CHILDHOOD. DAVID LETTERMAN IS IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS MONOLOGUE. THE LIGHT COMES ON IN THE STAIRWELL AND HALLWAY TO THE THRID FLOOR OUTSIDE MY DOOR. SOMEONE IS COMING UP THE STAIRS. THERE IS NO MISTAKING THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS WALKING IN THE HOUSE AS IT CREAKS EASILY. MUST BE MY BROTHER, OR SISTER WHO WHERE VISITING FOR THE HOLIDAYS. ALTHOUGH IT WOULD BE UNUSUAL, PERHAPS MY MOM OR DAD. THERE ARE 13 STAIRS TO THE THIRD FLOOR AUDIBLY STEPPED UP, A FEW STEPS ARE TAKEN DOWN THE HALL THEN THE APPROACH STOPS. I TURN DOWN THE VOLUME ON DAVE AND I SAY OUTLOUD, "HELLO". THE LIGHT IN THE HALL GOES OUT. THERE IS A LIGHT SWITCH BOTH AT THE FOOT AND HEAD OF THE STAIRCASE. THE SILENCE IS THICK, SO THICK I CAN HEAR MY HEARTBEAT, IT ECHOS IN THE ROOM. IT'S A CRIMINAL MIND. SOMEONE HAS BROKEN INTO MY HOUSE. I AM SURE WHOMEVER IS OUTSIDE MY DOOR CAN HEAR MY HEART RACE AND THEY KNOW I AM HERE. THE REASON FOR THIS PERHAPS DRAMATIC REACTION IS SIMPLY BECAUSE IT IS BEYOND UNUSUAL AS MY FAMILY, ALTHOUGH A TON OF FUN, ARE NOT ONES TO PLAY SCAREY PRACTICAL JOKES. HENCE, MY IMMEDIATE THOUGHT, 'SOMEONE'S IN THE HOUSE. A STRANGER HAS BROKEN IN AND IS STANDING OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM DOOR'. I UNDERSTAND EXACTLY WHAT THE SAYING SCARED STIFF MEANS. I WAS PETRIFIED. I COULD NOT MOVE A MUSCLE. MY MIND WAS RACING. 'HE'S GOING TO COME THROUGH THE DOOR, I WILL TOSS THE TABLE (WHICH HAS MY 19" TV, WRITING TABLET, PENS, SKETCH PAD, PERHAPS A GLASS OF WATER) OVER AND INTO HIM. I WILL MAKE MY WAY TO THE FAR WINDOW WHEREAS I CAN CLIMB DOWN TO THE SECOND FLOOR AND GET MY MOM AND DAD'. YES, THAT IS WHAT I WILL DO. THAT IS IF I CAN MOVE. TRAVERSING THE ENTIRE HOUSE TO THE YARD WAS VERY EASY FOR ME. BEING A TEENAGER, I LEARNED TO SNEAK OUT A FEW YEARS EARLIER. I AM WAITING. PULSE POUNDING. I AM WAITING. SUDDENLY THE LIGHT GOES ON IN THE ROOM ADJACENT TO MINE, WHERE MY BROTHER USED TO LIVE. 3 DISTINCT STEPS ECHO OFF THE WOODEN FLOOR IN THE EMPTY ROOM. THE ROOM THAT LEADS TO THE ATTIC MIND YOU. THE LIGHT GOES OUT. IF YOU COULD IMAGINE MY ORIGINAL HORROR, TRY TO STAND IN THIS STATE. I LIED PETRIFIED. MY HEARTBEAT POUNDING IN MY EARS. I WAITED, I WAITED, I WAITED. HOW LONG WENT BY I DO NOT KNOW. WHEN I MUSTERED THE COURAGE, I GOT OUT OF BED. SLOWLY MIND YOU. I HAD AN AIR GUN RIFLE WITH NO PELLETS. I GRABBED IT BY THE BARREL AND SWUNG IT OVER MY SHOULDER LIKE A BASEBALL BAT. I EAKED MY WAY THRU THE HOUSE TO THE FIRST FLOOR FRONT DOOR. MY CHILDHOOD K9 BUDDY, DUKE THE GERMAN SHEAPARD LAY SNORING AT IT'S THRESHOLD. THE FOLLOWING MORNING AT BREAKFAST I ASK THE FAM. NO ONE CAME UP THOSE STAIRS. AT LEAST NOT ONE OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS. WHEN I TOLD MY HARROWING EXPERIENCE I WAS PRETTY MUCH JUST GAZED UPON WITH THE EXPRESSION OF "HUH". MY DAD STATED SOMETHING TO THE EFFECT OF, "WHAT ARE YOU SMOKING SOME OF THAT POT STUFF?". OVER THE YEARS I WOULD EXPERIENCE MUCH MORE SUBTLE PHENOMENON. THE LIGHTS BEING ON WHEN I WOULD WAKE UP. THE WINDOWS WOULD TURN UP WIDE OPEN. THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY SPOKE OUTLOUD IS WHEN ONCE WHILE SITTING UP IN BED, A PLASTER BOARD DECORATIVE SIGN WHICH SAID, 'TO BE ALIVE', CRASHED DOWN ON MY HEAD LEAVING A DIAGONAL WELT ACROSS MY HEAD. I JUMPED UP CUPPING MY SCALP IN PAIN AND YELLED, "LOOK! IF YOU WANT TO HANG AROUND HERE, NO PROBLEM, JUST DON'T HURT ME!" AT THAT TIME I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE TALKING TO THEM ON A USUAL BASIS. SO, AS THE YEARS DID PASS, NOTHING AS DRAMATIC AS MY ORIGINAL ENCOUNTER OCCURED OTHER THAN A FEW HANDFUL OF BUMPS IN THE NIGHT AND SUCH. PERHAPS THAT FIRST ENCOUNTER BEGAN MY INTEREST INTO THE UNKNOWN, THE PARANORMAL.
