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"MOODLING MONDAY"

Sometimes, if drawing gets demanding, coffee is needed.

But I didn't think I looked _that_ stressed?!

(my thanks to Alex at Mr. Buns the Baker in Church Stretton for the Coffee).

 :)

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

And,
Back at the frozen studio . . . .
Astronomical had been the tempest
which had raged yesternight.

The windows of the house rattled and moaned.
The doors blew shut or blew open
in concert with the currents of wind.

The fires ceased to smoulder,
the mice stayed firmly within the relative safety
of their mouse holes in the wainscots.

No matter how long the cat lay
determined to catch his lunch,
he was thwarted and his temper smoking,
he scratched both dogs and bit the Cook?!

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies
had taken residence in the Library.
Even without the wood fire blazing,
the room was warmly hot....

The Cook had promised
to feed the assembled company
at mid-morning break, lunch, tea and supper.

The Witch and the Wizard
were sheltered in the wine cellar.
They tasted not a drop from the bottles
of wine in the racks.
The Flower Faerie wines, sans rien doute,
surpassed them in quality....

Peter & Debbie

12th
"SNOWY SUNDAY"

The view (of the surrounding countryside)  from the studio. . . . .

Just appreciating the day . .
.
Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

And,
Outside the frozen studio . . . .
The sun was shining.
You could almost pretend that,
a smidgeon of heat was permeating the garden....

The Ogre and the Gremlin,
the Goblin and the Dragon were
reclining before a wood fire,
built and lit by the Wizard.

He and the Witch had flown south for the day,
to spend time with the Witches
of the City of London.
They were journeying by magick carpet
to attract attention, turn heads.
To awe those workers who,
did little other than commute....

The Flower Faeries were brushing down the Unicorn.
They had much to accomplish,
for they wished to achieve the
selfsame portrait of perfection
that they had seen yesterday.

They had been resting on a cloud
betwixt the grey cold below
and the azure blue of
the sky up above.

As they sat in silence,
a Unicorn appeared,
of variegated blue, brown coat,
deep blue mane and tail.
Its mane and tail had been embroidered
with Opals and Sapphires.

The Unicorn stood patiently for,
give or take, one half hour,
after which he became fretful,
made it plain he must go....

End of Faerie tale.

Peter & Debbie

11th
"SNOWY SATURDAY"

The view (of the surrounding countryside)  from the studio. . . . .

Just appreciating the day . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

And,
Outside the frozen studio . . . .
The Ghosts were converging upon the house.
Its history drew them from every century in time.

The ghostly Wolves and Wolverines
intermingled with them,
assessing which were "acceptable,"
and which had been hunters.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were bathing
in the garden pond, splishing and splashing
and shivering with icy cold.

The Flower Faeries were sitting
way up high in the Oak tree.
Below them, the Owl
was locked in his house,
where no sound penetrated.
The Owl could sleep deep and long.
Recuperate from the long hours
he had spent hunting for prey.
The Witch was in the house cellars,
spell book in hand,
a wood burning stove lit,
hot toddy by her side.

The Wizard was seeing his forgetful friend home,
before joining the Witch in the garden or,
more likely, the greenhouse.

The Goblin and the Gremlin
were paying a visit to the Faerie seamstress,
who was sewing a entire new winter wardrobe for each?!

The Ogre had stomped off into the far beyond,
in search of a warm, dry hidey hole in which to sleep.

The Unicorn journeyed with him,
flying above and beside him,
on his way to the hill top kingdom of Tumbling Rock.

The Cook ventured out to see the Head Gardener.
Finding him in conversation
with a 17th century nobleman,
she returned to the kitchen and read a book....

Peter & Debbie

10th
"UPLOAD! "
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And so,
Back at his studio . . . .
An army of Trolls was on the warpath,
infuriated by the antics and sharp tricks of the Elves.

The Pixes and Imps were put upable with....

The Gremlin and the Goblin were reluctant
to involve themselves in disputes concerning inter-garden
creature relationships.

Momentarily, they were experiencing a rough patch
with the Ogre and the Witch was in a tricky mood,
having been, she believed, ignored by "her" Queen of the Witches.

The Flower Faeries wore bespoke Faerie Riding gear,
hair swept into buns, held in place by light hairnets.

The wore chic riding gloves,
and.... very glamorous hard hats.
The miniature Faerie horses were ready and waiting,
chomping upon their bits, and,
irked by their, so to say, imprisonment.

They rode whistle down the wind carefree,
trot, canter, gallop,
returning to the garden when
the skies were gone dark....

Peter & Debbie

8th
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Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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Tive a honra em ser o primeiro brasileiro a pisar nessa região. Pelo menos foi o que disseram alguns habitantes das cidadezinhas onde passei. E que experiência!
Percebi que comprei tanta coisa na viagem, mas ainda assim senti que nada que adquiri representaria por completa a minha experiência. Um ano e meio depois da minha primeira vez em solo inglês, trago a vocês mais do que fotos: pinturas que representam com intensa emoção e realismo o melhor do Sul de Shropshire.
http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_shropshire.htm
Com esta obra-prima de Peter Andrew Jones (o qual também conheci pessoalmente, como em postagem anterior do blog), pude recordar minhas melhores lembranças dos locais que visitei, e também ficar mais curioso para me aventurar nos que não tive tempo para ir.
PAINTINGS OF SOUTH SHROPSHIRE é encantador e íntimo a quem o lê. Depois de uma bela contemplação da capa com uma bela paisagem montanhosa, um mapa feito à mão como se o próprio Pete tivesse desenhado na hora e me dado antes de seguir viagem por terras “nunca d´antes exploradas”.  Natureza morta, paraísos praticamente inexplorados, fauna e flora dignas do mais perfeito portfólio de fotógrafos profissionais.
O destaque são os pássaros multicoloridos, aqueles que acreditamos só existirem em regiões como Amazônia ou Pantanal mato-grossense. Os cenários escolhidos são os melhores, percorrendo por todas as estações do ano. Se a indústria dos games soubesse deles, hoje jovens poderiam jogar seus RPGs em cenários como “A Winter´s Walk”, “The Devil´s Chair” ou “Oh, Bluebell Woods in Spring”.
É assim que podemos diferenciar artistas que são bons só num tipo de arte e outros, como Pete, que são versáteis e talentosos naquilo que desejam ser.
O céu é seu limite, embora até isso ele goste de superar.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art
English
I had the honor to be the first Brazilian to tread in this region. At least it was what some of the townsfolk said from the cities I´ve passed. And what an experience!
I had I bought so many momentos on the trip, but I still felt that nothing I have acquired would represent completely my experience. One year and a half after my first time on English soil, I bring to you more than photos: paintings that represent with intense emotion and realism the best of South Shropshire.
With this masterpiece by Peter Andrew Jones (also known by me personally, as I´ve written in previous blog post), I was able to recall my best memories of sites I´ve visited, and also get more curious to venture to the ones I did not have time to visit.
PAINTINGS OF SOUTH SHROPSHIRE is charming and intimate to those who read it. After a beautiful contemplation of its cover art with a beautiful mountainous landscape, a handmade map as if Pete was drawn himself at that moment and had given me before continuing my journey to lands "never before explored". Still life, practically unexplored paradises, fauna and flora worthy from the most perfect portfolio of professional photographers.
The highlight sare the multicolored birds, which we believe to have only in the Brazilian Amazônia or Mato-Grosso Pantanal . The chosen scenarios are the best, going through all the year´s seasons. If a gaming industry got know about them, today, youngsters would play their RPGs in scenarios like "A Winter's Walk", "The Devil's Chair," or "Oh, The Bluebell Woods of Spring."
This is the way how we can differentiate between artists who are good at only one type of art and others (like Pete) who are versatile and talented at what they want to be.
The sky is his limit, and he likes to exceed it.

And so,
Back at his studio . . . .
The peerless Phoenix,
absent from the garden for multifold centuries,
brought his weighty body to land,
settled and glared every which way,
with venomous eyes.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies stampeded,
breaking down the door to the kitchen.
The Ogre galumphed through the wood to the fields.
The Flower Faeries shook their wings
and flew in panic to the kitchen garden.

The Witch and the Wizard,
his forgetful friend and the ghosts,
were caught behind the Phoenix,
helpless to move,
up the creek without a paddle....
so to speak,
n' est-ce pas? Vous êtes d'accord?

The Phoenix appropriated the garden for the morning,
then grew increasingly weary and jaded.
There were few creatures to lord over
and scarce room to turn round.

As the afternoon progressed,
he took a nap.
Upon waking, he shook his feathers,
spread his wings,
taking off with the power of a tremendous roll of thunder....

The creatures of the garden finally ceased the be scared.

Peter & Debbie

7th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Around the studio . . . .
sane....

Peter & Debbie

6th
"UPLOAD! "
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Around the studio . . . .
The "pudding" Elf was round, a dumpling....
His trousers were brown, his shirt of green,
held up by elastic braces.

He wore woolen socks and heavy brogues,
sported a white beard and long white hair.

It was his wont to travel the globe,
carrying a rucksack and a walking stick.
Today, he hit the garden, flopped, and,
begged for a drink and food....

The Witch obliged,
while the Faeries sponged his aching head
and sweaty brows.

The Elves were disinclined to offer
any kind of help or succor.
The Imps and Pixies out of eye shot.
The Unicorn had just time to show him
sleeping quarters in the stables.

The"pudding" Elf slept deep and long,
for tomorrow he'd shower beneath the garden tap,
say farewell and be gone....

Peter & Debbie

5th
"SLOW-DOWN SUNDAY"

The view (of the surrounding countryside) . . . . .

Just appreciating the day . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Around the studio . . . .
The Ogre tread warily,
peering shortsightedly ahead
through the heavy morning mist,
one step at a time,
slip he could not.

The Witch had arrived at her dwelling
exceeding early this winter morn.
He'd been woken much too early.
"Why?" he had asked.

The Witch had ignored him.
Splashed his face with cold water.
Left him to dress while she cooked him breakfast.

In the garden, the Elves,
the Imps and the Pixies had built
a tall bonfire and left it to burn.

The Queen of the Faeries,
the Flower Faeries and other garden residents
watched the blaze with trepidation.
Would it set the Oak ablaze or
run rife through the garden?

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Water Rat,
the Ghosts and ghostly Wolves and Wolverines
searched high and low for the garden hose.
Where was it?

In the end t'was a rainstorm that did the trick and,
emptied the garden forthwith....

Peter & Debbie

4th
"SUMPTUOUS SATURDAY"

The view (of the surrounding countryside) on a day trip from the studio . . . . .

Sunlight!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
somebody else has been on a trip . . . .
Willoughby, the whiskery Elf,
was just returned from an expedition to Antarctica,
with old friends whom he trusted implicitly,
no fear of
coming a cropper....

The other garden creatures were gathered around,
listening enraptured to the adventure story he told.

When the stories were exhausted,
and Willoughby had gone to rest,
the Elves, Imps and Pixies began to pester the Witch.

She must, she must really "go to town" and magic up,
a garden covered in thick snow, ice, difficult rock climbs -
and else....

The Witch told them, "Get ye gone.
No resident would tolerate such a situation in this garden,
or, for that matter, the environs."

Rebuffed and "insulted," the Elves, Imps and Pixies,
spent the rest of the morning creating havoc in the house....

Peter & Debbie
3rd
"UPLOAD! "
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The lizard from Little Puddle by the Sea,
was guest of the Weasel,
the Toad and the Water Rat.

An hospitable trio, they were,
and they are, and kept him amused
and diverted whilst he was with them....
And, rested, of course!!

The Flower Faeries greeted him,
tickled his head, and related anecdotes
of life in the garden - and tittle tattled about?
Zippo....

A thunderous sound of footsteps,
a greeting that echoed
through the garden, the kitchen,
the house and the tennis courts.
The Ogre coasted to a standstill,
shook the Oak and sat down.

The Cuckoo took exception, as did the Owl.
Each dive bombed the Ogre.
Commenced disciplinary action....

Peter & Debbie

2nd
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
through the night
outside the studio . . . .
Over the moon and riding shooting stars,
wandering through space with a Fantasy alien
as their non-Earthling guide.

The Unicorn galloped by, chasing a star.
Miles below in the garden,
the night creatures crept
about their business.

The Owl hooted from afar,
and the the Mole, the Toad
and Water Rat played poker
by the light through the dining room window.

The Flower Faeries were abed, the Ogre, too.
The Witch and the Wizard sat cosy in the kitchen,
drinking the Cook's especial,
Blackberry wine.

Peter & Debbie

1st
"WINDY WEDNESDAY"

The view from the studio today . . . . .

Monochrome!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
through the mist
outside the studio . . . .
The Elves had set up a Fantasy Fairground,
with the assistance of the Goblin, the Gremlin,
the Imps and Pixies.

The Ogre was disgruntled.
He felt left out, for no rides
had been built for a body of his size.

He clomped round the Fairground,
prodding the woodwork,
poking his nose into the various tents
and canvas-made stalls.

The Unicorn was to demonstrate the flight,
as a magical horse of distinction and multifarious skills.

The Goblin and Gremlin were to manage the stall
which offered a coconut shy and apple bobbing in buckets.
Each stall would award prizes handmade by the Flower Faeries.

The birds of Rhiannon practiced,
the Cuckoo called from the Oak.
The crows cawed and in the field
just beyond the garden where,
the egg and spoon race,
the sack race and the
"which creature can move most slowly," race
were to take place.

The Witch would tell fortunes,
the Wizard assumed the role of steward
and the Queen of the Faeries, in full  regal regalia,
opened the proceedings and fired a shot
at the "shoot the duck" stall for she was a lady
who undertook her duties with scrupulous care....

Peter & Debbie

January 2017
31st
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Meanwhile,
inside the studio . . . .
The cloakroom off the hallway was
up to the gunwales with
Elfin winter coaties, boots ,
scarves, gloves and hats.

The Flower Faeries were conversing with the Wizard
about magical mysteries and fields of bluebells.
The Unicorn alighted to take on board the Stoat
and the Weasel, and the Water Rat,
bound for the heat of the Southern Hemisphere.

The forgetful Wizard was some place or other,
playing the fiddle with friends or, leastways, acquaintances.
The garden was still, the Oak minus the birds of Rhiannon.
The Owl was asleep.
With unprecedented suddenness,
the crows flew in, commenced cawing and screaming.
Nonetheless.
Even listening real close, their language eluded me.

The Witch and the Flower Faeries were sitting in silence,
their conversation having arrived at full stop.
The Dragon dove down, landed beside the pond and,
with a resounding kersplash of his
tail on water,
caused a mini-tidal wave of knockout proportions....

Peter & Debbie

30th
"UPLOAD! "
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Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The Witch's magic potion was sugared and spiced.
Fit for magical consumption in the Fantasy Land Kingdom....

The Queen of the Faeries and the Queen of the Witches were
mulling over which fashion house to endorse.
Voilà, c'est ça!!

T'was the House of Handmade Miracles
and its dresses were to covert.
A service was offered to style a wardrobe for you and you only?!

The Flower Faeries approached.
(They were curiosity personified).
Their delicate attire, their beauty and magnetism
so animated the Queens’, that
both sent telepathic messages
to the House of Handmade Miracles -
"We command you to send a tip top designer to see us.
Now.
Waste no time at all"....

Peter & Debbie

29th
"UPLOAD! "
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The High Priestess of Fantasy Land
was approaching the garden in stately fashion.

Her retinue was lengthy long.
She rode upon a silver mare.
Her dress was wondrous,
of purple and gold,
studded with diamonds, rubies,
turquoise and pearls.

The Flower Faeries perched open-mouthed
upon the soft white flowers of late winter/spring.
The Elves and Imps and Pixies, too,
could scarce hide their envy, stared red-faced.

The Witch and the Wizard,
the Goblin and Gremlin applauded.
Cheered discreetly and sighed long and deep.

The Ogre was wakened,
advised to move lest he lie
in the way of the retinue.
He hemmed and hawed,
stomped further away to
the tennis courts where
he collapsed on damp ground.

On the morrow he would, most assuredly,
succumb to gout or a nasty cold.
Doubtless the Witch would dose him
with a magical potion and
all would be well

indeed to goodness....

Peter & Debbie

28th
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Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines
were displaying a new behaviour,
that of contrary contrariousness....

Eyes blazing, teeth glinting,
they hurtled back and forth
through the garden,
discombobulating the Ghosts
and the magical bats.

These bats, although black,
had flaxen flecks on one wing
and the other was with
tow coloured streaks.

In the darkness,
their eyes pierced the outlines of obstacles
as they skimmed low through the garden
t'wards the church in the village
and the once-famous tavern,
"The Hut in the Wood."

The Nightingale sang,
the cicadas cicadillo-ed and
Wild Edric galloped over the hills
to Rhiannon's Faerie Castle....

Peter & Debbie

27th
"UPLOAD! "
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
Teasel the Weasel was wending his way
down paths strewn with leaves,
twigs and fallen branches and
coated in mud.

He turned a corner and jumped in peppy surprise for,
who should he see but a friend of his youth?!

They laughed and teased one another,
faces wreathed in smiles,
'til t'was time to part company,
the Weasel going north and
his friend traveling south.

The Witch in those parts had been privy
to the encounter and conjured a magic carpet
to accommodate creatures of weasel like proportions.

She directed the carpet to wait
'til the Weasel had exited the wood, then to
land at his feet or wrap itself
around its new owner.

The carpet took off,
accelerated away and ran smack into the Weasel
as he traversed a bubbling, laughing water stream....

Peter & Debbie

26th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The Mermaid had designed a most delightful shell mosaic,
which circled the pond in the wood and the pond in the garden.

The Elves watched from afar, the Imps and Pixies quite near,
as the workmanship unfolded - an artist was born?!

The Flower Faeries oohed and aahed,
the Witch rolled up her sleeves,
in preparation for spell making
and competing with the Mermaid
for achieving the greater artistic merit -
by magic....

The Water Rat, the Weasel, the Mole
and the Dragon pronounced themselves the judges,
who'd cast their vote as to which design deserved
the Fantasy Land "Oscar" nomination.

The Wizard, when told, refused to acquiesce.
He was adamant that he only could judge without prejudice?!
So rigid was he in this vainglorious mode,
that no other garden resident did more than shrug or pout....

Peter & Debbie

25th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The Goblin and the Gremlin
were scraping twigs together.
Why?
In order to light a fire
for warmth and snugness.

The Witch had already prepared her fire
and lit it.
The cauldron frothed and bubbled,
steam rising in translucent clouds.

The Wizard was elsewhere occupied,
his friend was abed with a chill.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies
were in the Withdrawing room with the cats,
hogging the fierce blazing fire.

The Flower Faeries had been invited
by the Cook to cast
Faerie spells through the house,
which she trusted would
magic the atmosphere
so as to allow benevolence and good cheer....

The thump, thump, thump of the Dragon's tail,
banging on the heavy front door,
interrupted the proceedings, as did the dogs, who,
barked and whined and sniffle snuffled.
The magic was lost in the noise....

Peter & Debbie

24th
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Meanwhile,
back at the studio . . . .
Ezra the Snoobling was come to the garden,
fully prepared in advance by bush telegraph
to expect trouble from the Elves.

They knew full well that they could do what they liked.
The Snooblings did battle in numbers, not
when there was only one....

The Dragon, the Unicorn, the Witch and the Wizard,
were aware of this possibility and prepared to step in.

T'was a great misfortune that
the forgetful Wizard wandered in,
more than ever clumsy,
more ever cloddish.

He tottered and weaved,
tripped up and stumbled.
The Witch and the Wizard
needs must intercede.
They each took an arm to support him,
walked him to a bench,
whilst the Elves, Imps and Pixies
surrounded the Snoobling,
closing in on him with intent.

The Dragon and the Unicorn flew in   
bang on time,
to form a body guard to protect
the non-bellicose Snoobling
and see off the Elves,
(and their kin)....

Peter & Debbie

23rd
"I CAN ONLY GUESS"

I would love to know (maybe) . . . what went on
(or still does?)
behind this side door at -
The Church of St Mary - Stafford.

Seen on a day research trip.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
back at the studio . . . .
A ruby throated Hummingbird was skittering through
the late winter/early spring flowers
in the garden flower beds.

The Flower Faeries,
perched upon a Rowan bush watched,
amused by the antics of
this tiniest of birds.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
began playing their banjos and mandolins and
the birds of Rhiannon chirruped the chorus.

The Witch approached cautiously,
unsure of the behaviour of these playful individuals.
When the Wizard joined her,
without his forgetful friend,
they moved away, out of earshot,
so as to brew potions and cast spells.

The Ogre, sensing a downfall of icy rain or snow,
set his stall up, so to say, in the depths of the wood.
The tree Faeries and the nearest wood witch
made him comfy as comfy and,
gave him a breakfast fit for a king....

Peter & Debbie

22nd
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The Fantasy garden was up for grabs?...
Each and every one of the residents had had their fill.

The dogs on the rampage,
the Elves on the warpath,
the Cook issuing threats and
the Head Gardener threatening bye bye.

The Flower Faeries spent the day
bemoaning the lack of Faerie tales,
Faerie talk and the dire atmosphere
in the garden and the wood.

The Witch and the Wizard,
the Unicorn and Dragon argued
about what could be done and when.

The Wizard's forgetful friend
was stirring the cauldron contents
and watching the spells lift and scatter
to the four corners of the Earth.

The very last spell bumped into the Witch's wand, 
bounced upwards, scuffed the nose of the Wizard's friend,
who sneezed, causing the spell to become stuck
in a particularly thorny bush....

Peter & Debbie

21st
"EVER WATCHFUL"

He stands guard, over The Church of St Mary - Stafford.

Seen on a day trip to investigate monsters . . . . . .

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We almost got lost,
walking around.
Back at the studio,
someone else was lost, utterly.
The bald-headed Eagle was utterly lost.
Tossed upon stormy seas,
t'was miles out of his way home.

The Witch and the Wizard settled him
on a branch of the venerable Oak,
soothed fevered brow,
while the Cuckoo called sweetly.

The forgetful Wizard approached,
with his eyes down, his brow furrowed.
Without paying attention,
he climbed the Oak to the Eagle's branch,
slid along it, knocked the Eagle and,
both fell off their perches
and the Wizard woke the household,
so loud did he screech....

Peter & Debbie

20th
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The Dragon drove through
the sky in his Palomino drawn chariot,
belching fire and smoke.
A horse whip cracked sharply.

On the horizon appeared a Fantasy Land Dodo,
stumbling lamely through low clouds
T'would be hours afore he'd reach either the garden or wood.

The Elves marched through the garden,
beating drums and playing mini bagpipes....
The Pixies and Imps formed a Guard of Honour,
rigidly upright, saluting their kin.

The Witch was in the kitchen garden,
pulling winter vegetables.
These had been intended for the house.
The Cook would be livid....

The Ogre reclined lazily by the pond,
propping his eyes open for as long as he could.
He staggered to his feet, his knees buckled. Splat!!
Covered with mud, he made his way to "his" bed under the Oak....

Peter & Debbie

20th
"ROUGH & RAW"

Sometimes it starts with just a thumbnal scribble.

This was a gut-response to a blog by Debbie.

As with all we do, it'll evolve over the days to come . . . . . . .

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Meanwhile . . .
The moon and the stars shine bright in the skies above the studio.
And acres of Space stretch from there to Eternity . . . . .

In the garden, the creatures of the night were abroad,
the Owl hunting prey, the Witch in the parlour.

The Wizard had bade his magical carpet take off
and fly directly North, to the frigid wastes of the Arctic Circle.

The Unicorn was bedded down in the garage cum stables,
exhausted by countless hours of traversing
the countless far flung Universes.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were asleep, phew! And,
the fresh water Mermaid was resting her head on her arms,
as she lay half in and half out of the pond in the wood.

The birds of Rhiannon were once more with their Princess.
Their charismatic, bewitching songs echoed soft on the wind....

Peter & Debbie

19th
"DRAGONS ALL AROUND"

There are Dragons everywhere.

You just have to look.

This one, in town center, Stafford.

Spotted while on a day trip. . . . . .

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The mighty Oak tree was experiencing a welcome reprieve.
The winds had died down, although the damage was extensive....

The Head Gardener wrung his hands, pulled his hair and,
his underlings felt the sharp end of his tongue - unfair?!

The Elves, Imps and Pixies woke early and rushed,
through the wood, round the garden and dived
into the freezingly chill pond.

The fish were incommoded, the water splashed everywhere,
turning the hardened mud surround into a bog.

These enthusiastic tearaways then entered into the wood,
dived into the wood pond,
upset the Mermaid, tore the rushes and,
by now, thoroughly cold,
hit the Witch with demands
that she build a huger fire and make,
some exotic, but warming, Elfin beverage....

Peter & Debbie

18th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

New project.
Advancing slowly.
Early stages.

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Sometimes it is light(hearted).
Sometimes quite dark.
And so . . . . .

A ghostly Wolf and Wolverine were baying
full force at the Wizard, who, had inadvertently
kicked one and tripped over the other.

The night had been spent storming
across the muddy plains, becoming
bogged down in wet earth or slithering
dangerously through wet grass.

The sound of Lord Edric's hunting horn could be heard
in the distance, piercingly demanding, commanding, arrogant....

The Witch had the Ogre in thrall momentarily,
carrying her cauldron, her spell book and bits and bobs -
sundries, merely....

The Flower Faeries perched upon rocks
amongst the winter flowers in the rockery.
The Goblin and the Gremlin ambled lamely
through the tall, wet grass of the lawn and,
the Weasel, Stoat and Water Rat headed wood -
ward to pay their respects to the clear water Mermaid.

The Wizard's forgetful friend
cradled his pet poodle affectionately.
It mewed like a cat, scratched the forgetful Wizard's arms,
bit the hand that he lifted to soothe it?!

Peter & Debbie

17th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

Her ear rings tinkled,
her long flowing yellow-green hair was ruffled
and puffled by the wind in the trees.

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In the garden, the Flower Faeries,
the Witch and the Wizard were
warming themselves round the fire
beneath the Witch's polished cauldron.

Hot peppermint tea,
jasmine tea and herbal coffee
steamed warmingly nearby,
each in its own special Faerie receptacle.

The Ogre appeared, shuffle, shuffle, stomp.
Headed for the double groundsheet and
pile of woollen blankets underneath the venerable Oak.

The birds of Rhiannon visited rarely,
preferring calm and tranquil weather,
with temperatures to match....

The Owl followed his daily routine
with scarce an alteration, and
the Cook kept a hawkish eye out
for the Elves, Imps and Pixies.

Peter & Debbie

16th
"MAGICAL MONDAY"

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The magic goes away
and so . . .
The Bingo festivities had been erased
from the Fantasy calendar, wrapped in brown paper,
tied with pink ribbon and "finished" off
with blue and white polka dot bows. Natty!!

The Ogre had retained a certain something
of his New Year training in "the mainstream" style grooming.

His spirits were high, a grin lifted his cheeks.
Hmmm?!

Which of the numerous garden creatures
would put the cat amongst the pigeons?

Peter & Debbie

15th
"SNOWY SUNDAY"

Snow still lingering around the studio.

But the inhabitants are relaxed about it!

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But the pond hasn't frozen over just yet
and so . . .
The Water Rat had plunged into the briny depths
of a salt water pond in the land of Salt.

He surfaced real quick 'cos he
could not breathe through his nose and,
his fur tingled and itched and his tail felt real heavy?!

The Toad, the Mole and a friend, the Sloth,
sat on the bank and roared with laughter.

They had organised a lift on the back of the Unicorn,
who'd return later to collect them.

The Witch had offered to place at their disposal,
her broomstick.
Too uncomfortable to ride upon,
was their verdict - ayay!!

The birds of Rhiannon were meditating peacefully.
The Owl slept in his residence, a spacious hole in the Oak.

Sitting along branches "next storey down,"
the Elves, Imps and Pixies were blowing peas
through their peashooters at whosoever walked by .

The Ogre had been fed and watered with an "energy" menu
devised by the Witch to keep him awake until midnight.

Bye bye et heureuse nouvelle année!!

Peter & Debbie

14th
"MOON PHASE SATURDAY"

The view from the studio last night . . . . .

Illuminating - impressive - inspirational - attracting . . . . .

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And thus . . .
The Orc and a Troll were newcomers,
in-comers, who'd lived over the hills
and desperately wanted,
to meet "other creatures."

Chi sa perché?

The dogs were out, shivering, whining, complaining.
The cats stayed indoors, near the blazing sitting room fire.

The Ghosts, feeling nothing, floated on by,
drifting in the wind, melting into the fog.

The Unicorn came, and went, early this morning,
driven by a hankering for more temperate climes elsewhere.

The Flower Faeries were preparing for a long winter's break.
They were dressed for the long haul, wings strengthened by magic....

The Ogre had been forced to change his habits and schedule,
to find sleeping quarters comfortably dry.

He relied still upon the Witch
to provide fodder and drink,
gladly done posolutely,
though the Elves were jealous,
absolutely dead cert?!

When the time was right,
they built a pathway of hot coals,
invited the Ogre to follow them along it and,
wham! they tripped him.

He burnt his nose....

Peter & Debbie

13th
"SNOWY FRIDAY"

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The view from the studio today.

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Meanwhile . . .
The toad stool was here, regular as clockwork.
T'would be joined by others, considerably smaller.

The Flower Faeries perched on the "superior" mushroom,
combing their locks and applying Faerie make-up.

The Unicorn was somewhere, who knows where?
with the Dragon.
He would return, che ne so quando,
lively and skittish and tuned up for a brush down and groom.

The Elves were revving their engines full tilt,
preparing for the Elfin, joyous, New Year....

The Witch had prepared a special New Year spell.
T'would enable her to prepare food,
cook it and have it served by magic?!

She'd bathe, dress and adorn herself without a snippet of worry!

The Gremlin and the Goblin were entertaining the Ogre.
They would request the assistance of the Wizard
to conjure up a festive look for them three....

The Owl would be hunting, the Ghosts about the lawn and,
the ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines?
They'd be off scaring country folk returning from carousing.
Bring them to their senses, so to speak!!

Peter & Debbie

12th
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Meanwhile . . .
"Astute though you be," the Walrus said,
"You be miles from the ocean, untold miles from the sea...."

"Why be you 'ere?" retorted the Sea Turtle morosely.
"Only I make mistakes and, look at me now.
Imprisoned amongst Fantasy creatures
and prevented from going home
by dint of the fact that I must be kept wet at all times?!"

The Flower Faeries groomed the Unicorn,
brushed him down, made him shine.
Set his mane and tail with Moonstones,
amethysts and gold dust.

The Elves were on the hillsides celebrating
the Fantasy Folk Celtic New Year.
Quite when that actually took place,
none of 'em could care less....

Peter & Debbie

11th
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Meanwhile . . .
The Toad and the Frog and, the Water Rat,
had removed to a home on the banks of the nearest-most river.
They visited the garden oft times each week,
occasionally every day, weather permitting....

The Gremlin and the Goblin were apt to decry
what they deemed "trespassing" upon land not their own.

The Witch and the Flower Faeries remained touchingly welcoming
and, the Ogre cared less....?!

In time the Owl would perceive the difference between,
the garden as t'was and the garden as 'tis.
Perched high in the upper reaches of the Oak,
he was too tired in the morning to "drop by" his fellow residents and,
too preoccupied during the night hours to note changes.

The Unicorn and the Dragon kept an eye upon the trio.
There's one or two - more! - odd folk a wandering the Kingdom of Faeries
and surrounding territory.

Peter & Debbie

10th
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Beat the Blues  . . . .

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Meanwhile . . .
The ghost was masked.
He wore a cape, and
carried a pistol....
(The bullets exploded, or,
shot wide!)

This ghost was one of several
ghostly highwaymen,
who came and went from garden to countryside.

He had introduced himself as
"The Washington Mosquito,"
charming in manner,
hard as nails in character.

He lived nowhere, yet everywhere, and,
whenever he rode in, on an 18- hand stallion.
The Flower Faeries assumed a "ladylike" demeanour.

The Witch kept a stock of excellent gin,
a saddle cup of which he partook of,
with cold meats and salad....

The dragon knew - how?!
when the highwayman was due,
got together with the Unicorn,
each playing the part of Innkeeper/host, so
in awe of him were they....

Peter & Debbie

9th
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Where else can you fine Aliens mixing with Witches & Faeries . . . . . ?

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Meanwhile . . .
The garden was devoid of every fantasy creature.
Nor were the Birds of Rhiannon expected....

The Witch, much discomfited by the tempest and tornado,
had been robbed of her hidey-hole,
the now smashed to splinters, greenhouse.

The stables/garage had survived, as had the house, (and its roof!)
The Unicorn was safe and sound, the Flower Faeries deep asleep,
zonked out.

The Ogre slipped and slithered across the quagmire lawn to the pond,
his feet sank in the mud, his knees knuckled, and,
his face hit the water....
The pond was half-emptied?!
Alas, poor fish....

Peter & Debbie

8th
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Just right, to celebrate, the fantasy new Year . . .

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Meanwhile . . .
Fantasy Land Bingo! tables had been set up on the lawn.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies were seated in eager anticipation.

They stretched their fingers, rubbed their hands and,
tested the multi-coloured crayons provided
by "the  garden Establishment...."

The Ogre was willing his giant Spinning Top to build up speed,
upon speed, and win the Spinning Top Championship
of the Fantasy New Year.

Olé!!

Peter & Debbie

7th
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There was a blot on the landscape, a burr in the cushion.
The heavy horses plodded on, pulling a plough,
drawing deep furrows through the earth, dark, fertile, moist....

The air was bone chilling, the sky a dull grey,
a magical mistiness hovered just above the lawn.

The Ogre flip-flopped
disappointedly across the fields,
swigging cold, cold mineral water from a malformed plastic bottle.

The Flower Faeries flew East, West, North, South,
over hill, over dale, over ocean, sea and river.

The Witch, upon her broom,
swooped and soared, dived low and, splash.
Straight down into the briney depths of a
pre-historic saline wood pond?!

A pre-historic Gorgon fished her out
and carried her to their Witch's den.
Dried and showered, warmly clothed,
her magic broomstick whisked her home....

It's "Fantastic" what you find in Legendary Art Magazine . . . . . .

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Meanwhile . . .
The Faerie of the saddened tree
was distrait, low-spirited.
Her beloved tree friend had been half cut down
and shorn of its leaves....

Such was her mourning,
she failed to notice, that
little by little her hands were
becoming leaf-like, her feet twig-like,
her hair dripped with catkins....

The tree knew what happens to Faeries who mourn -
they become their particular flower, tree,
or fantasy creature with four legs?!

The warm summer day drew to a close.
A half cut down tree and a new-planted sapling,
had separated to allow the sapling to grow
within coo-ee distance of one another....

Peter & Debbie

6th
"COOL STUDIO"

The view from the studio this morning.

As the day grows longer, the atmosphere remains grey.

Fog and mist do abound.

Temperature is "undecided" as yet.

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Meanwhile . . . .
An army of Trolls was on the warpath,
infuriated by the antics and sharp tricks of the Elves.
The Pixies and Imps were put upable with....

The Gremlin and the Goblin were reluctant to involve themselves
in disputes concerning inter-garden creature relationships.
Momentarily, they were experiencing a rough patch
with the Ogre and the Witch was in a tricky mood,
having been, she believed, ignored by "her" Queen of the Witches.

The Flower Faeries wore bespoke Faerie Riding gear,
hair swept into buns, held in place by light hairnets.

The wore chic riding gloves,
and.... very glamorous hard hats.
The miniature Faerie horses were ready and waiting,
chomping upon their bits, and, irked by their,
so to say, imprisonment.

They rode whistle down the wind carefree,
trot, canter, gallop,
returning to the garden when
the skies were gone dark....

Peter & Debbie

5th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

Slightly digital (and as yet incomplete).

A merge of organic and digital.

An idea suggested by Debbie

Accepted - always experimenting.

Never give up questioning!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile
Others face questions also . . .
The Witch was being interviewed by the The Chronicle of Witches.
She allowed the questions to weave round the block.
Circle and bounce low, never to reach the tops of hills,
let alone the clouds or the stars....

The Ogre endeavoured to bounce a muchly bigger ball -
senz' avere successo, ansi, fu un catastrofe?!
He took a branch, (only small),
and bat the ball with fiercesome force.
It sailed over trees and across fields and pastures.
That was the end of his super-sized ball....?

The Elves and the Pixies - the Impish Imps, too,
were bent upon celebrating the Fantasy New Year
for as long, as long as forever endureth....

Peter & Debbie

4th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

A new piece started.

As usual, (well, currently anyway) I have no idea what it will be.

And no, not because of flowing studio homemade wine.

Honestly!

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However
Things had been happening (hic!)
Amongst Magic Garden inhabitants. . . .

The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker
were trundling homewards, after a so-so kind of a day.

They had visited the house to offer the Cook a hand
in bottling and corking her, delicious homemade wine.

The Ogre wanted at least 4 glasses, and counting,
and the Elves, Imps and Pixies were hollering for more,
more, and more....

The Gremlin and the Goblin had been, somehow,
caught up in the furore of what else could go wrong....?!

The Unicorn and the Witch,
the Flower Faeries and the fresh water Mermaid,
had awoken to the, very busy, busy sounds
of a garden full of "active," residents,
today either addition of the Dragon and a vole...

Peter & Debbie

3rd
"SPRINGTIME IN WINTER?"

Amazingly, despite the winter period, spring light and colours abound!

Whilst there are traditional cold days, the weather remains often warm.

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Perhaps,
this warmer winter temperature
is what provides more comfort
when watching fireworks?
The firework display of yesterday midnight, was spectacular....
Showers of colours rained down upon the earth.
Twas like a rainbow out of kilter, a rainbow gone mad?!

The Unicorn had kept well distant from the bangs and whizzes and pops.
The Witch had taken off on her broomstick to the Land of the bongo drums.

The Wizard stayed put, with his forgetful friend,
whose health had deteriorated during the winter months  -
and, whose left over intelligence froze with the temperatures

The Flower Faeries flew daily "marathons"
to maintain flexibility and exercise their wings,
lest they ice up, seize up and cease to function....

Peter & Debbie

2nd
"FAREWELL, GREEN DRAGON"

As we said farewell to Hereford after our Christmas break, our last walk around the area took us past the site of St Ethelbert's Well.

Offa, the King of Mercia, demanded the head of the Christian King Ethelbert of East Anglia (circa  794AD) while he was making advances to marry Offa's daughter. He was murdered and his body hidden and it is said the spring ten arose when the body of the saint was rested here on its way to the Cathedral to be interred and that the spring cured ulcers and sores after his body was dug up and the well then formed . . . . . . allegedly

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So,
we must now return
to the magic studio garden
because we have heard there's trouble there . . . .

Her smoldering blue eyes lit up your day.
Her long auburn curls glinted in the early morning sun.
Her dress was alabaster, light blue and brown.

She sat on a log sipping Faerie champagne,
whilst one of the Flower Faeries manicured her nails
with nimble fingered skill.

The Witch had decided to draw in her horns.
Recommence "put aside"  after plundering her savings.

The Ogre was back to his familiar routine.
However . . . .
His comfort depended upon thick ground sheet blankets and,
on top, a heavy, water proof, duck down duvet.

The Elves batted about, moved from house to garden,
wood to tennis court and eventually took the path
through the fields to the far distance hills.

The sun shone unceasingly from first light to sundown.
The daily life of the garden had returned little changed in routine.


Peter & Debbie

1st
"WE HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT CHRISTMAS!"

All the very best to you from Peter & Debbie for 2017

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Meanwhile,
we must return soon . . .
to the magic studio garden . . . .
Soon . . . .

Peter & Debbie