I happened to look up just in time to see a girl flit across the next room. Just a moment ago the room was empty except for the presence of one of those sturdy wooden chairs. A “school chair” I like to call them. Anyway, I wonder what she’s doing there. This house, these rooms, are…. well, empty. I’m all alone here. Was she just a momentary apparition, a friendly ghost? Like Casper, I’m thinking. If not, how the devil did she get in? And what does she want? Lucky for me I have a photographic — or in this case, painterly — memory, so I was able to capture the moment.
This painting was in the Ghost Hunting exhibition at Evermore in Boise, Idaho.