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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Wonderful stained glass windows !q


 
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The cows in the field, released from barn imprisonment were bucking and running, trotting ast....running.

To breath fresh air and taste new grown grass!

I was walking the dogs in the fields beyond the garden, filling my lungs with fresh air and unkinking my brain.

The Witch had not risen by the time I went out, an unusual occurrence, so - what had
she been doing?

The Wizard has not now visited for several days.
The Unicorn had called in briefly, with scarce time for a brush and a groom.
The previous night the Ghosts and Spectres had wafted restlessly here and there and around about, trailed by the ghostly Wolves, Wolverines and a group of visiting ghosts.

The Owl had returned with a teensy weensy portion of supper, locked himself in his tree house and sulked.
The Faeries of the Night, taking pity upon him, filled in the void.

The Queen of the Night, a very rare visitor, had been espied galloping across the heavens in her star encrusted chariot.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were nowhere to be seen, having cleared off pre dawn, rucksacks on their backs.

The Goblin and the Gremlin, invited to a picnic at the local fish farm, we’re dressing for the occasion in wellies and raincoat.

The Flower Faeries, feeling redundant, turned their skills elsewhere, tending the bushes, plants and flowers and doing what they could to the stunning flower beds.

And the vegetable garden would on be resplendent with vegetables, herbs and edible flowers....

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torment card -

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The garden spun, the trees shook, the night life turned, twisted, somersaulted afore the Ogre’s streaming eyes.

He had attended a formal Ogre’s luncheon, consumed too much moreish alcohol and felt out of sorts and distinctly wobbly....

The luncheon ended, guests departed and the Ogre was left on his own, bereft of support?!

With unusual grit and determination, he managed the journey back, promptly collapsed and slept, slept and slept.

The garden residents circumnavigated him as best they could, some blown off course by the force of his stertorous snores.

The Unicorn came by before dawn, replenished his energy and disappeared before the Flower Faeries could gather themselves together....

Things to do, places to go!!

The Witch and the Wizard had wandered off to the river to sit on the grassy bank and discuss whether to believe the saying, “discretion is the greater part of valour....” yea or nay?

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat sat in the pond side mud, alternating between sunning themselves and swimming against the tide?!

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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

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The Moon and the Stars and the Milky Way were lit....

These lights of the heavens must surely denote some sort of carnival....

I repeat....surely?!

The Mole rolled over on to his back and gazed wide eyed at the densely dark night sky.

His companions tonight were the Weasel and Stoat, the Rabbit and Hare, a Glow Worm and from afar, a Nightingale chanteuse.

The Owl prowled the back woods, the field beyond and returned with more than his beak could transport.

He winged his way back to the garden, flip flap, settled upon his branch and dropped the entire takings....

The Witch did cryptic crosswords leaning against the Oak and the Goblin and Gremlin followed suit, gave up and opened their well thumbed easy crossword book.

The Unicorn and the Dragon dropped in for a rest before vanishing into the scarce lit beyond the horizon.

The garden slept....

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"THE VIEW NEAR THE STUDIO"
 

Memories -
1999; of a morning walk, when we first set up the current studio.

Painted in response to seeing this just a few hundred yards from the studio.

One of my, then, early morning walks to explore the surrounding near areas.

 
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The Housekeeper was weeping with exhaustion.

The Cook was fuming distracted.

I wondered....

The Head Gardener wandered through the garden, head in hands, wondering what on earth he could do to trap the Elves.

In the house, the kitchen, pantry, larder were empty - a mess.

The staircase was strewn with debris and the library.... unprintable!!

I was beside myself with fury and frustration.

So much so that my work was dropped like a hot brick.

Instead I took the car and went for a drive.... fast.

Later that day I returned and found that the house was once again shipshape and the gardeners working themselves ragged.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had made themselves scarce and kept themselves well hidden for a whole week....


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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Interesting relief painting with Gold Leaf aspects.

And (see previous post on 5th when I asked >

"I have been unable to find out, why, lecterns in British churches are eagles?
If you know, please inform me.
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The answer is >

"The eagle is the symbol of John the Evangelist who spread the word of God. Also it was thought in those days that the eagle flew the nearest to Heaven."
(Thank you Barbara in Birmingham!)


 
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The Witch had had her wardrobe completely overhauled.

The next step was to enjoy a facial, manicure and pedicure and a change of hair style....

(The wardrobe overhaul was the second this year!!)

The Unicorn was fretful, could not keep still.

He longed to be off, travel the globe....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were definitely more lively.

They'd slept like logs, risen with the sun.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had remained close by the pond, not wanting to dry out and shrivel to skin.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole had temporarily disappeared, their whereabouts unknown.

(They were actually down a rabbit hole, reading the local newspaper).

The Ogre was once again a full resident of the garden, wandering in before brekkie and sleeping through till tea.

The Wizard whizzed in, the Wizard whizzed out.

His forgetful Wizard friend kept him busy, busy, busy.

Rush, rush, rush ....

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"SOMETHING ENTIRELY DIFFERENT"
 

For a forthcoming article about the artist's early influences.

Homage to Dali (sort of).

 
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The Unicorn was late!

Why ever was that?

His sense of timing must have gone  down the chute....

The Dragon had flown over the garden real early and the Unicorn was usually hot on his trail.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the wilting Mole, were sitting at the edge of the wood in the shade.

The Flower Faeries were holidaying in a hillside cave, with every luxury and comfort laid on.

They had instructed the Faeries of the woodlands in the art of brushing, grooming and styling the Unicorn.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had played darts until late and were, so to speak, overpowered by lethargy.

Yawning prodigiously, they managed to stumble their walk.

The Witch and the Wizard were composing an operetta, using magickal spells to speed the process along.

The Ghosts and Spectres had gone to ground,

endeavouring as best they could to keep chilled.

The Cook opened the ice block to any garden creature or character who wished to make an ice pack or  suck ice cubes.

Boo yah!!

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

This is reminding me . . . .

I need to get moving on my Summer Solstice drawing for my magazine,
(and buy candles in for a magic spell to celebrate the Sun!)

Only 46 days to go until the Sun is at its highest point in the sky . . . . .


 
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My nephew was reading "The House at Pooh Corner."
A trifle young for him, I thought, but  each to his own?!

He was here for a break from whatever his job, the nature of which he never fully explained.

"The" girlfriend was otherwise engaged....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were sunbathing on the lawn.

The temperature had been rising steadily all morning.

The Goblin and the Gremlin, perambulating around the garden had, perforce, to step carefully or risk being tripped up.

The Cook was  preparing a picnic for myself and my nephew to eat on the lawn or "somewhere else."

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were gone to the beach, armed with plenty of water and a parasol each.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were at the pond in the wood, preparing to spend the day swimming and resting.

The Mermaid had gone to Lake Bala to chill.

I reckoned that, by late afternoon, I'd be ready to take to the road - at speed....


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"WEB CATALOGUE UPDATE"
 

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Vermilion Sands

Cover for J.G. Ballard's novel.

Panther Books 1975 Created in 1974).

 
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The church bells tolled, the church clock bonged.

The sky was cloudless, the breeze serene.

I sat behind my office desk and wondered if I'd skip the writing.

Sorting through the "today's to do's," I drew a blank for these were now, now's....

The Cook produced a shopping list that stretched from here to far Bombay.

The House Keeper took, read it and postponed her countless duties for that day.

The housemaid could not possibly do the additional tasks that fell her way.

She cried and wailed until I phoned a "Daily cleaning Staff" Agency.

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies took full advantage of the situation.
They played all sorts of jokes and tricks, which upset the usual and additional Staff.

The day turned south and became a day of look behind you, mind your step....

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

I have been unable to find out, why, lecterns in British churches are eagles?

If you know, please inform me.


 
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The Dragon flew over the garden, low....
His wings touched the tree tops, his long body cast dark shadows.
Momentarily the sunlit garden was plunged into night once again.

The garden residents watched the shadow as it moved across the garden, looked up to yell greetings.
Too late.... but they did see the Dragon stream away to the north.

The Unicorn arrived in style, wings sparkling in the sunlight.
He alighted and trotted t'wards the pond.

His thirst must have been fierce for he gulped the water as though he'd crossed the desert without recourse to an Oasis.

The Witch, needs must, approached the Unicorn as he drank to request a lift to an island t'other side of the globe.

The Flower Faeries skittered and danced and performed aerial somersaults.
Summer was on the horizon, olé, toot toot....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were dressed in summer fashion, light jacket, thin socks and thick soled sandals.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had risen early this day.
They were presently swimming in the lake a short distance from the house.


The Wizard visited briefly just after breakfast.
His forgetful Wizard friend was in hospital and had insisted he stay until his friend was restored to health.

When the Flower Faeries had groomed and dressed the Unicorn, the Witch and the Wizard claimed their ride upon the Unicorn's broad back.

On the morrow I, too, would claim a ride across Space....
About time, do you not think?


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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Stained glass windows and organ
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My nephew had arrived accompanied by his girlfriend, who raced horses for a living.

This intrigued me because my nephew wasn't interested in the country, countryside, walking or hiking.

They settled into the snug self contained flat in the house's annex.

They expressed little desire to remain much at the house, expressing their preference for driving, shopping, visiting and riding.

Their stay proved fair bunkum.

They were fussy and demanding, which annoyed both the Housekeeper and Cook, but I betook myself to the attic to write, research and amend....

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"TALES FROM THE WOOD"
 

A miniature drawing for page embellishment in upcoming book . . . . . .

"Tales From The Wood" volume 2 !


 
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Opening the curtains I perceived....

a pink, blue, mauve sky and a glimmer of sunlight.

I opened the window and breathed deep, stretching my arms, lifting my ribs and yawning hugely.

Looking over the window sill to the garden below, I sucked in my breath and let out a bellow.

The Elves were in the process of breaking a window to crawl through the hole.

I was certain t'was to trash the dining room, (the sitting room, also)?

I leapt down the stairs and crashed into the dining room, shouted at the Elves and threw a regular strop.

They stared at me uncomprehendingly, then rushed to the open door and out into the garden.

I watched and waited for their next move and noted that they pulled their sling shots from their pockets and commenced a fight back.

Result?

The greenhouse was wrecked...

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Another interesting pew carving.


 
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Fortuitous was the day I drove to Brands Hatch, for an old, old friend was also there that day....

We greeted one another warmly, chatted to sold out.

An hour later, we were, in the ballpark, running au courant.

He offered me an invite to motor the track. Drive?!

T'was to last the full course of that unforgettable race, at "old racing" speed and wearing "old racing gear."

We hired the helmets, the goggles, the jackets and returned to Brands Hatch to walk the circuit and check that oil, petrol and tires were adequate, appropriate and stored "quick change."

The weather was dry, cool. In essence, Springlike and the garden residents pottered - enjoying the reprieve.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing their favourite game, Leap Frog.

As day turned to evening, they had increased the stakes to Hop Scotch and Poker.... and betting....

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"TALES FROM THE WOOD"
 

A miniature drawing for page embellishment in upcoming book . . . . . .

"Tales From The Wood" volume 2 !

 
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The Head Gardener was watching, "Love your garden" on Television.

He wished very much to add a je ne sais quoi to add spice.

He assembled his crew and, armed with cups of tea, they sat in the kitchen and had a lengthy debate upon the subject.

The Witch knocked on the door and asked to join in.

She had finished her spell making and put out the fire to leave herself free to lay forth her ideas and suggestions.

The Flower Faeries were feeling renewed and invigorated. The Unicorn was the happy recipient of their creative imaginations.

They tinted his hair a faint creamy yellow, combed his mane and tail.

Braided his tail, trimmed his mane and shaped it, before weaving Aquamarine gemstones through and through both.

Ooh er!!

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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

The Collegiate Church of Saint Mary in Stafford.

Interesting pew carvings.


 
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In the Realm of Cosmology there dwelled an illustrious Wizard.

There was nought he couldn't achieve and his spells were blue ribbon.

Rarely off target, rarely injurious.

The word "Magickal" best described the Cosmological landscape.

His home was a Castle, servants had he none.

A Butler, a Housekeeper, a Head Gardener and back up, a Cook and a Secretary he permitted?!

Our Wizard he knew and approved of, the Witch he had met but once.

The Realm of Cosmology ticktocked along from epoch to epoch, era to era....

No garden resident had ever visited the erudite land of Cosmology....


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"EN PLEIN AIR (research trip)"

En Plein Air painting trip exploration day.

Another interesting formation of branches.

Definitely urging me to use in a painting!


 
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The Ghosts and Spectres were enclosed in virtual, pliable  sheets, twisting and weaving to the rhythm of the wind.

The Elves were abed, over the top tired from cheating at Poker, Chess and Bowling.

The Imps and the Pixies had forgone that pleasure and were playing a game of Skittles, instead.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were reading my newspapers, nestled snugly beneath the throws tossed higgledy pigledy over the Library leather sofa.

The Witch was in the wine cellars reading her Spell Book and sipping Moët & Chandon champagne, which she'd magicked to suit both her palate and thirst.

The Wizard most assuredly joined her there, 'cos the bottle was empty and stood outside the locked wine cellar door....


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"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Torment card -

Deadly Snow . . . . . .


 
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A day off - I cannot believe it!!

I sat on the bench underneath the Oak and smoked an Havana cigar.
The smoke drifted lazily upwards.

An enormous achoo! rang out from above me. Of course!
The Owl....

I stubbed out the cigar and rose to my feet, wandered to the garden gate and strode down the path.

My walk lasted all morning and when I got back, the garden was a battlefield of us versus them.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had extinguished the fire burning bright beneath the Witch's cauldron.
The magick potion within was ruined, no spells were cast.

The Witch was hopping mad, the perpetrators long gone, headed for the hills a great way off....

The Goblin and the Gremlin sat in the garden gate, debating as to whether or not they'd give the garden a miss.

The Ogre slept through the drama, the Flower Faeries disappeared into the wood.

The Frog, Toad and the Water Rat crept over the grass, dived into the pond and swan till exhausted, crashed and snoozed.

The Cook issued forth, armed with a bucket and chucked dirty water into the air.

The Housekeeper spent the morning organising the household, after which she left the house to do bits and bobs of shopping.

For some days the garden residents avoided meeting the Witch and the Unicorn touched down briefly, with no time for grooming.

C'est la vie....


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"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 

The crops are growing, farming needs attending to.

So, traffic can get heavy, alongside the studio . . . . . . .


 
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The Mermaid was awake and buzzing at 2 am upon the day in question.

She washed her hair, nowadays golden brown in colour and searched through her designer fish tail collection searching for a tail which felt smooth, comfortable and ego boosting.

She chose a hair band of gold, earrings of gold leaf and hummed, and hummed and so on and so on....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were grouped themselves around the pond, strumming their guitars, their banjos and jazz violins.

Even the Ogre felt jolly, uplifted and the Flower Faeries hopped, skipped and danced from flower to flower.

The Witch had built her fire in step with rhythm, set it alight and placing her cauldron dead centre filled it.

The Wizard swept in upon his magick carpet.

Jumped off and strode determinedly t'wards her.

He bothered not to keep his voice down, bellowed and shouted about?

No one knows what....



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"TALES FROM THE WOOD"
 

As seen, out in our magic studio garden . . . . .

A frozen moment, among the many tumultuous events of the day !

 
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Indeed, even more is happening . . . .
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Questing and travel and expeditionary forays were the ardent desire of the youngest Elf child.

He read book after book about mysteriously lands and islands, peninsulas, their languages, customs, social etiquette, characteristics.

Their costumes, their music, their food, their way of life.

These things were of burning interest to both himself and his mind.

The other garden Elves, Imps and Pixies could care less....

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were talkers, not great readers.

They talked, they debated, they argued, they pondered.

They walked and rested, explored and remembered.

The Ogre's brain was empty of all but himself.

The Witch traveled widely.

She enjoyed the experience, but t'was to go to the aid of those in need or ill.

The Wizard swept through Space upon his magick carpet, only descending to Earth should he espy or sense, an ugly situation or one needing sorting....



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"NEWSLETTER"

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Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon Peter Andrew Jones

The Racing Pigeon was flying low, fast and blind, 'cross ocean and sea, estuary, then following the slow flowing river inland.

Resting awhile upon a new planted tree, the pigeon swayed and fell.
He was too plump and heavy for the delicate albero....

Traveling. Traveling. Determined to deliver this urgent message.

He landed at night fall, settled, fluffed his feathers.
In the garden, there was a creature to whom t'was directed.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were napping beneath a bush.
They heard the flutter of wings and the sound of soft cooing.

They stirred, the Flower Faeries yawned, the Weasel leapt to his feet, his friends stretched and went back to sleep.

The Witch was, in fact, the recipient.
She tore open the envelope and perused the contents.

Summoning the Wizard, she requested a lift upon his speediest, most biddable, magickal carpet.

The Wizard complied, summoned the Unicorn.
Side by side, they coasted southward t'wards Earth and the Witch.

Upon landing, they hesitated for scarcely one second, before taking off, flying low to the Land of Mendelssohnia....


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The Ogre had re established his warm day routine and was working his way through a lavish cooked breakfast, prepared by the Witch.

The Flower Faeries perched nearby so as to be ready to serve him or fetch something more, should he ask for an extra.

The Unicorn had flown south, washed, brushed and accoutred, to bring back the Elder Goblin from
Long in the Tooth Land.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were out on their bicycles, traveling ponderously slow along the country paths and byways.

The Witch had taken the skyway to Beyond the Clouds Spaceland, to minister to a sick Alien who had telepathically sos'ed her.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were practicing their Archery and Fencing with an experienced instructor, who'd brook no bad behaviour.

The Ogre snored peacefully, the dogs avoided him, the Cook stood at the kitchen door fanning her hot, red face.

The Dragon flew high over the garden, blowing smoke through his nostrils, ears flat to his face.

I locked myself into my studio/office and sat down to write several articles upon handmade paper, both quickly and fluidly.

Twilight was falling when I rose to my feet to stretch, take a walk and smoke a welcome cheroot....


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The Witch had found and retrieved, the Elves stolen hoard, hidden under the floorboards of the upstairs hallway.

She packed every item into her back pack, carried it downstairs to the garden and collected her broomstick.

The market was in full swing as the Witch touched down, but she found the stall holders delighted to have their stock safe and saleable.

The Wizard arrived in the garden  early, just after dawn, relieved to find himself with a week free of responsibility for his forgetful Wizard friend.


The Mouse, the Spider, the Fly and a wasp were playing skittles, in a manner of speaking....

They had decided to bypass the kitchen, because they knew, that a). the cats were asleep under the kitchen table and b). The Cook was expected shortly and would, without a doubt, use her, ever handy, can of fly spray....liberally.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had wandered upstairs and were ensconced in the bedroom next door, doing specially adapted crossword puzzles and playing Noughts and Crosses....

The Ghosts and the Spectres had drifted elsewhere and the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves had gone a' hunting.

The Owl was asleep and the Crows had yet to arrive.

P'raps they would not?



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The Queen of the Faeries was  dining in state with the Queen of the woodlands and the Faerie Queen, Goda.

The evening had commenced on a menacing note, though Godda's manner had seemed natural, self composed, serene.

Their Highnesses never forgot their royal positions, versus....

Goda, who remembered always that one's status in life was dependent upon the good will of "those under" one's leadership.

The birds of Rhiannon had persuaded the Faerie Queen to allow them to sing in our winter-spring garden.

Singing their hearts out, t'was easy to realise this was their heartland, mysteriously magickal,

The arrival of the Queens of the Faeries and of the woodlands, of their retinues and hangers on - and of the Faerie Queen, Goda,

electrified the atmosphere and showers of tinsel, sparkles of Faerie dust illuminated the scene and warmed the still too cold, air.

The night wire on, night life followed day.

The Unicorn made landfall, the Owl hunted, the Witch slept on her laurels....


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The Flower Faeries were sewing light summer dresses.

The weather was tropical, sunburnt skin was a no no....

The Ogre wore a sun hat, a vest and shorts.

His knees occasioned derisive comments from the Eves, Imps and Pixies.

Their knees were in miniature, tiny and knobbly.

The Ogre's were hillocks in comparison.

 T'was mild enough to wear pretty much anything if you wanted.

The Goblin and the Gremlin wore dark glasses and hats, treading the lawn in bare feet....Bliss.

The Witch had risen in the early hours when the air was cold, cold, managing to organise her magickal spells in a lump and get them sent quickly and direct to their destinations.

The dogs were afield, the cats under the Oak tree.

The Cook was perspiring profusely in the baking kitchen.

I went for an early walk and took photographs....



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Or, better still, a watercolour.

Just look at it = LIGHT = a painter's gift!

 
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The Ogre was elated.

He'd been promised his own Unicorn!
An Ogre size Unicorn....

He could hang on to the Unicorn's neck for dear life, grip the Unicorn's sides with his heels, wear a crash helmet, knee pads,  gauntlets and riding boots.

Day followed day. Where was the Unicorn?

According to the Witch, a search party had been dispatched to outer Space to locate the creature and bring it here.

As time passed, the Ogre descended into a depression.
Nothing he wanted ever materialised....
Wrong!

One golden morning, a dark shadow betokened an arrival.
The long awaited Unicorn flew in on the breeze, alighted.

The Ogre was asleep, had to be roused.
He woke when prodded and growled balefully but the sight of his Unicorn restored him to rights.

He got to his feet and lumbered over to "have a look."

Pleasure suffused his face, he patted the Unicorn and hauling himself up, he gripped on to a powerful neck.

With a buck and neigh, the Unicorn lifted off, taking the Ogre up, up, up, up way above the clouds....



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A working mill - since 1086 !


 
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The ghostly Wolves and Wolverines were skulking, eyes narrowed, fangs bared, venom rising in clouds from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail.

The Ghosts and Spectres circled and weaved, Coursing through trees, bushes, the greenhouse, the garden shed and kitchen garden wall.

The Elves felt confusion rising in their breasts, a rare occurrence.... 

But not unknown?!

The Weasel, the Stoat and aged Mole were skirting the lawn, leaving room for the Spaceship hovering some thousand feet up.

The Unicorn scruples not to wander the garden, munching the grass and tearing at his hay.

The Witch and the Wizard, the Flower Faeries and Imps, the Pixies, the Frog, the Toad, the Water Rat and Witch's cat were skyboarding through the heavens, goggles protecting their eyes and safety harnesses holding them firm.

I groomed my horse, saddled and bridled him and set sail for the hills.

The sun shone, the landscape glowed.

The horse accelerated to a gallop and the breeze drifted and eddied.

I got home to find the Housekeeper rowing with the Cook.

Why? Why? Why?

What have I done to deserve this?


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The kettle was whistling, the boiling water evaporated.

The Cook was upstairs, ranting at the Housekeeper.

So furious was she, that paying close attention had been sucked out of the window.

The Imps took this freely given opportunity to steal into the kitchen and hijack every box of long stemmed matches.

They hared up the staircase, out the front door to where they had constructed a bonfire.

March after march was lit. No result.

The wet weather and 'fire no light' were joined at the hip.

The Elves had spent the night celebrating the Elder Imp's 120th birthday and were winding down slowly and heading for bed.

The Owl was cleaning his feathers and eating a, well earned, midnight snack.

His night hunt for prey had been A1 successful.

The Flower Faeries were brushing and grooming the Unicorn.

For afters, they had chosen a violet hair spray, Topaz gemstones and Amethysts to be threaded through mane and tail.

They'd polish his hooves, give him an apple and wish him Godspeed as he flew east to Loch Diffident....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were to accompany him thither and the Witch would follow upon her magickal broomstick....


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"Carry me home...."
 sang the Goblin sotto voce, "Home to Ireland, where my heart still resides."

The Gremlin hummed softly, rhythmically in unison.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were replenishing their energy, energy ill spent on the previous evening.

The larder, the pantry and the kitchen had been stripped bare. Shattered glass and china stippled the stone floor.

The Cook threatened, once again, to resign her position.

The Housekeeper and house Staff kept silent, lips sealed.

The Weasel, the Stoat and their friend, the Mole, were creeping through the new cut grass, anxious to avoid both the Elves and the Ogre.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat took a detour, avoiding the garden pond, in favour of the Mermaid's pooI.

The dogs, taken "walkies" early, were scooting around the garden and in/out of the wood.

The day had begun in earnest....


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T'was Saturday half day closing in town, so the Elves returned early, to spend the afternoon sorting, and grading, their ill gotten gains....

They'd been extremely lucky, extremely astute, collecting a treasure trove of valuable items which could be sold, no problem, no problemo.

The Imps and the Pixies had gone to the races.
They had Grandstand views from beneath the Course fence....

The Witch had flown westward upon her magickal broomstick, armed with her wand and a pocketful of tailor made spells.

The Wizard was absent, being profoundly preoccupied by the antics of his friend.

That morning had been particularly trying, his forgetful friend having injured his right shoulder in a fall.

The Unicorn had breezed by, been brushed and groomed and was gone, resplendent in emeralds, his coat tinted olive green.

The Flower Faeries were resting and sipping rose hip tea.

Their schedule had been hectic these few days and they wished against wish that their holiday were closer....

The Goblin and the Gremlin?

They were gone to play golf.

The Ogre was snoring the morning away....


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"You're tempting fate or brainless if you try to put a hand into my pocket and "lift" my purse or thieve my wallet.

The Elves would lief distract likely victims oft, oftentimes, ofttimes and often.

Their takings should add up to -muchly....

Hard nuts, they - and determined!

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole carried money in money belts.

The Frog, the Toad and the Mole had each requested of the Witch a magickal wallet, summonable telepathically, Hey ho?! Hey ho?!

Transactions between buyer and seller?

What? Grunt....

If the Ogre saw something he wanted, he took it.

Fair dinkum.

Cut....


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If we hoped that the masterpiece "The Ultimate Spell" (original title of Peter Andrew Jones’s creation for the cover of The Warlock of Firetop Mountain) would be "only" the most emblematic cover art of all gamebooks, we deceive ourselves deeply. Such potentiality of this artwork made the GW bosses extract the most diverse products, which immortalized it in several segments in the market.

It's more than playing jigsaw puzzles: here the assembler also plays PAJ, (re)creating his artwork piece by piece.

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The Elves and the Imps were in the breakfast room, some upon the table, some on the trolley, a few on the hearth, the rest making music.

They utilised the toaster, knives, forks and spoons, plates and glasses, cups and saucers, the window....

You name it.

The Ogre heard the row and banged on the window, shaking the glass window panes, which rattled and shook.

The Elves laughed, the Imps jumped and scarpered post haste from the scene.

The Flower Faeries were clustered around the Witch's cauldron, staying safely out of range of the steamy heat rising....

The Unicorn glided smoothly into land, tucked in his wings and shuddered.

Double checking that the coast was clear of Elves, he lowered his head and began his repast.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were experimenting with skate boards, traveling straight and stopping, pushing off and etc. etc....

Woe betide them if they deviated from the straight and narrow and changed course or turned left or turned right or tilted their boards.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had been diving, swimming and splashing.

Presently they hopping and skipping through the dampth of wet grass.

The Cook erupted from within the kitchen to toss away a pail of dirty water.

This done, she re entered, banged the door and Egan kneading bread mix as though it t'were the enemy.

Empty shelves, empty cupboards and an empty pantry spelled, "Bad temper" - x 10!

Plus, there was little time to replace the zero sum goodies....


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Today this item is an authentic memorabilia. It has even been marketed for £ 70 on sale sites - some even sell for £ 200 each!

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The Queen of the woodlands was riding her steed, galloping 'cross the heath land that separated the two famous peaks of the Kingdom of Faerie Land.

The highest of these was blanketed in snow, although persistent April showers had  trounced the snow upon the other, sending rivulets of rain water pouring down from hill peak to base.

She and the Queen of Faerie Land had had a biting disagreement.

The theme of the argument wasn't relevant.

Who won the argument, was....

The Flower Faeries hid away lest either Queen decided to visit the garden and lay waste to the resident's entire day.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had been present at the joust and sent word telepathically to their friends, acquaintances and those who were not simpatici, to keep well out of range.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole spent the day in and out of the wood, paying visits to the Mermaid and searching for the little treasures hidden under fallen leaves, rocks and stones and mounds of woodland bracken.

The Ogre, upon his walk, crunched and waded through the fields.

When he got back to the garden he stopped neither for a kip nor a chat.

The Mermaid was silent.

The dogs were racing round the nearest field, the cats were close beside the Rayburn, basking in its warmth.

The Cook had booted the Elves, Imps and Pixies from her kitchen.

They'd spent the early hours consuming everything that they could lay their hands on.

The Witch was intent upon ensuring that the potion heating in the cauldron did not actually reach the point of boiling.

I got my car out after breakfast and took a joy ride down country roads, my speed accelerated gradually as  I found little traffic 'pon my chosen route....


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Containing 500 pieces and measuring 49 cm x 36 cm, GW opted, of course, for the cover image of its most famous gamebook as theme: The Warlock of Firetop Mountain. Its commercialization was published in the magazine Warlock, issue 4, also a GW’s product.


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The Caterpillar and the Millipede were head to head and coasting.

Through the grass, along the stone path, across pebbles and moss....

They proceeded valiantly 'twards the finish line and collapsed, curling into a tiny foetal position.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had a grandstand view.

The Flower Faeries played catch me if you can and the Elves worked liked Trojans to set obstacles in their path....

The Weasel, the Stoat and the aged Mole progressed cautiously across the lawn to the wood.

Their perambulations were sure to take till dusk to complete.

The Ogre trod the highways and byways of the countryside, breathing stertorously.

Short, deep, hoarse sounds mingling with sniffs, snorts and blowing of nose to clear the sinus blockages.

The Witch was elated!

Every spell she'd cast had sped upon its way, catching the choice wind currents and headed

in the right direction....!!

The Wizard had taken her place at the cauldron, stirring and muttering, smiling and frowning.

The Unicorn arrived tardily, out of breath.

Settled on the lawn for a short breather and - fodder.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies played squash and hand ball, followed by acrobatics, gymnastics and football?!

Phew....


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In 1984, Games Workshop, Ian Livingstone and Steve Jackson’company, produced some fantasy-themed puzzles, some inspired by the cover art of the duo's most famous creation: the Fighting Fantasy gamebook series.

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Fog

Bleakness

Drear

The Goblin and the Gremlin jogged their walk through the garden, taking care to avoid rabbit holes and mole hills lest they fall and get wet.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies preferred to tarry in the wood, in the the warmth of a magickal hidden glen.

And

dry....

The Flower Faeries were invisible on a day such as this.

The fog veiled their presence, as it did their named flowers.

Little time was spent upon tending the flowers, more time upon brushing, grooming and decorating the Unicorn.

The Ogre attempted a walk to the garden, but he too was worsted by the obstacles he failed to see.

The Weasel, Stoat and Water Rat slithered across the grass, through rain water puddles, overflow stream water, pond water and an overturned kitchen bucket.

This weather pattern appeared set to recur day, night, day, night....



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Saturated and shivering, the Witch continued stirring her cauldron, which scarcely frothed and bubbled so wet was the weather.

She worried dreadfully that the few spells cast would be drowned in a rain puddle....

The Ghosts and Spectres had wafted into the kitchen and were distracting the Cook from her preparations for lunch.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had their yellow raincoats on, sou'westers and gum boots and a brolly each as their weapons for that day.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had visited the Mermaid, who was entertaining a fresh water seahorse, the Frog, Toad and Water Rat.

The Faeries of the woodlands had provided viands and Oak leaf wine.

The Owl had retired to sleep, first ousting the crows.

Too noisy, such fuss pots....

The birds of Rhiannon had sent word via the Wizard, that they would endeavour to spend time in the garden late summer, early autumn.

Something to look forward to should the summer continue in this dark grey damp bleakness.


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Not a whisper of wind, not a cloud in the sky.

The Witch rose early, the Wizard was present for breakfast and the Wizard's forgetful friend arrived upon a magick carpet so full of holes, that it was astonishing he had not fallen through one of them.

The Flower Faeries, having completed the tending of their flowers, were going all out to dress the Unicorn extra specially remarkable.

The Cook arrived early, early, to prepare breakfast and start pronto on cooking a celebration lunch.

My sister was to visit for several days to take part in welcoming back a family member, who'd emigrated when I was yet a very small child.

The Ogre sensed that a feast was on the cards and spent the day as close to the kitchen as he was permitted to....

The Goblin and the Gremlin spent the day close to the garden pond, dipping their toes in the water when they felt over heated.

Long silences were interspersed with lengthy learned discussions.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies trod the fields to the distant hills for "a change."

The garden remained quiet and tranquil till they returned - full of beans and of mischief....


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Just for a change . . . . . something different.

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The Goblin and the Gremlin were climbing the Aster.
So short were their limbs that climbing tackle was unavoidable.

The crows sidled along the branches of the Oak, silent  for once, watching, watching....

The Witch was in the kitchen garden, weeding and hoeing.
Preparing the ground for the planting of herbs.

The Wizard had borrowed the Unicorn for the day. And, as a mark of thanks to the Flower Faeries, he had cast a spell, which brushed and groomed the Unicorn, omitting the usual stylish finish.

The Ogre had come into the garden for company.
He and his mother had had a regular set to.

The Witch prepared a breakfast fit for a king, provided him with blankets, a groundsheet and cushions.

He slept like a log, despite the weather and woke at the end of the day, thoroughly refreshed.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies locked themselves in the greenhouse, They had much to discuss and all of it in private.

The Flower Faeries were part way through sewing fresh spring wardrobes for themselves. Their giggles echoed mellifluously around the garden.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were sharing the Mermaid's pond in the wood.

They were cold, but refused to get out and dry off.

T'was too much fun, after all....


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"Good bye and good riddance," said the Spider to the Mouse.
He was referring to a fly which had insisted that the attic was his territory.
When told to remove himself, his attitude turned nasty.

The Elves had gone to market on the local Elfin bus.
They'd become bored and disinclined to think of entertaining themselves in the garden as per usual.

The early summer sun shone in a blissfully cloudless sky.
The warmth was all pervading, the gentle breeze scarcely breathed.

The Flower Faeries were enjoying an energetic flit from flower to flower and tree to tree.

The Unicorn set down upon the lawn.
Gave himself a shake and prepared to munch the grass.

He perceived the Flower Faeries doing their tricks and put all thoughts about being groomed out of his mind.

Not long after his arrival, the Dragon flew over.
The dark shadow lasted briefly, but when the Dragon was gone, a Pixiu stood there.

The Witch and the Wizard clapped their hands in glee and the Goblin and Gremlin smiled broadly and raised their hats.

The Wizard's forgetful friend came out of the wood, nose pressed to the page of a book of ancient magickal spells.

His spectacles had slipped to the top of his nose and his hat was pulled down firmly over his ears.

As he progressed over the lawn, he dragged his feet.... fatal!
He wandered too close to the pond and slid on the mud straight into the water.

The Pixiu was there in a snap of thumb and finger.
The forgetful Wizard was rescued, blown dry and directed along the right path....


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The garden residents were spread out upon the lawn and underneath the Oak tree.

Their expressions were set into frown lines of concentration, as they listened to the Caller sing out numbers and - Bingo!

The Goblin and the Gremlin were  going great guns, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole kept the ball rolling with wit and aplomb, and succeeded in distracting the remaining participants.

Bingo! (Again).

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had won the final game....


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The garden residents had arranged an outing to the foothills.

Walking boots a must, unless your feet could withstand the numerous puddles and the thick, squelching mud.

Rucksacks on their backs, rain hats upon their heads, they trod, paddled and waded their way along the paths, through the fields, through streams and underneath wet hedges.

Their joi de vivre remained high, their smiles hard at work.

The chitter chatter rang clear in the air, the witty exchanges and the laughter lightened every creature's heart....

The weather deteriorated as the morning progressed.

Common or garden rain hats fell short, sou'westers? Great.

The outing took on the aspect of an ordeal to be surmounted.

Take a deep breath and plough on.

There's a treasure trove somewhere at the end of the rainbow.

And . . . .

The Fantastical creatures of the garden found their treasure upon those paintily foothills....


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Before the deep darkness of night had begun to dissipate, the garden's night life had retired.

A storm was brewing, the lightening incandescent, the claps of thunder earsplitting, the rain pelting down.

The Owl had returned early from hunting for prey and the Elves, Imps and Pixies had stayed awake deliberately, for they wanted to harass the Ghosts and Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines.

The Glow worms and Fireflies were nowhere to be seen.

The dogs had been out and were asleep in their baskets and the cats had found a mouse hole to sit before and watch.

The night progressed into dawn.

A crack of light on the horizon.

The creatures of the night slept.

Enter the creatures of the light....


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The Elves, Imps and Pixies were watching television through the half opened library door.
They whispered and sniggered and from time to time, snorted.

I'd not realised that the set was on. No go....
Too early in the morning and, a waste of one's time.

Should the Ogre catch on, he'd be the house like a shot.

The front door would vanish in a cloud of flying strips of wood, of splinters and a door knob.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were always welcome. However.... they had other fish to fry, places to go.

The Owl slept the daylight hours away, despite the Crows, which cawed and cawed.

The Crows raised a racket, and the Robin tweeted.

High above, the Sky Larks played Airborne catch above the garden.

The Witch took herself to the edge of the wood, issued instructions to the Ogre as to where to place her cauldron.

A fire was lit, the cauldron settled.

The Ogre collected pails of water and filled the cauldron, while the Witch perused her spell book for magickal inspiration.

The Ghosts and the Spectres had been rendered invisible by the sunlight.

They would redeem themselves later, as the sun went down.


Debbie & Peter

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The last day of the Spring holiday.

Hope you've had a great Easter
!

 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
Back in the reality of daily fantasy . . . .


Tales of Shattered Earth Book Peter Andrew Jones



Heroes & Villans Book Volue one Peter Andrew Jones

The Gutchygunga found only Ghosts and Spectres to eat and the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines, of course, which might well have torn him to shreds and eaten him for lunch.

The Ogre saw the monster descend and lifted his arm to swat it aside.

Thwack!!

The Gutchygunga was knocked out and fell from the sky.

The Ogre trod upon his head, squashing his face into the sandy dry soil.

The garden creatures poked their heads from down holes and round front doors.

Bit by bit they crept out and back to the garden.

The Gutchygunga was dragged through the garden and out of the gate. Deposited and left.

Regrettable choice....

The beast came to life with a vengeance.

Woe betide any creature, human or other, that got entangled with him....



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(O-star-ah)

Goddess of Spring

"First light" (dawn), new life, fresh beginnings, as in the cycle of the seasons.

The abundant fertility of the earth.


 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
. . .





The Secret Fairies of Druid's Island Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Magician had scuppered a spell cast by the Witch and earned him her opprobrium from this time till tomorrow.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies kept mum, because they preferred to avoid causing the Witch any hassle.

The Ogre wasn't present that mornin.'

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were gossiping with the Flower Faeries about life outside the confines of the Faerie Land Kingdom.

The Cook had prepared a sumptuous breakfast for any garden resident who wished to partake.

When all's said and done the day went well until....

a shadow overhead portended the arrival of a scarifying carnivore,  a massive, flying Guchygunga.

The garden residents moved as one at breakneck speed back to their homes or the nearest hideaway.

Bei tempi andati....


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OSTARA GREETINGS TO ALL !
 

Celebrate.

Honour dancing, feasting, festive enjoyment of nature, respect for fertility and new life.

Happy Easter everyone!


 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
For a grand Easter celebration, . . . .





Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon Peter Andrew Jones

There was to be a Barn Dance in the garden, the plans were afoot.

The rehearsals schedule was printed, the music chosen - addenda permitted.

The Flower Faeries had taken charge of the menus, since they already possessed an understanding, a cognition of, the food likes and dislikes - and the different nutritional requirements of each and every garden resident.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies would supply the musical input and the Witch would concoct diverse non-alcoholic beverages.

And . . . . . donate bottles of her oldest, most venerable, wines....?

A marquee was ordered and flowers and vases, ash trays and napkins, a gong and the requisite selection of musical instruments....

The Cutlery had been taken out of storage, the Maitre d' uniform laundered and ironed and hung outside on a thin tree branch to air in the soft breeze.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were bound for the Beauty Parlour for a super excellent wash, brush and massage.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat placed the order for a shower to be installed so's they'd be able to attend.

T'was going to be a grand occasion....


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Find out, who flew over the Taj Mahal,

up the Yellow Brick Road,

and . . . . made a beer glass, hover in the air !


 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The weather has hit a set-back  . .

Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones





Winter had set in again.

Frigid....

The grey clouds and moist air made one shiver, one's teeth chatter.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were clad in knickerbockers and thick woolen socks, woolly pulleys, scarf, gloves and hat.

The Ogre, refused, point blank, unequivocally, to leave the house.

Too warming, too comfy, too provisioned with chow.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were being put through their paces by a   once famous athlete.

The Goblin and the Gremlin stood back and spectated.

Encouraged, they raced one another around the garden, fell on their tummies, noses buried in the grass.

The wintery bite revived them so they dived into the icy pond, swimming till they felt that they were wrapped in electric blankets....


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Advice, for creative people when faced with doubt their efforts -


find out even more, in this issue of the magazine.


 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
Spring is in its early days
and garden resident frisky . . . .

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

Spring has sprung, spring showers fall.

Laundry hung on the clothes line, dandelion weather!

The Witch and the Cook were discussing together the merits of planting fresh herbs as opposed to purchasing the dried version from the local Supermarket.

The Frog and the Toad were flexing their limbs, before stretching and bending and hopping fast, fast to test the speed of their forward momentum.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole, (merely spectators), clapped and cheered and yelled words of encouragement.

The Flower Faeries were grooming the Unicorn, momentarily decked out in lilac body paint, grey mane and black tail.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were spinning their hula hoops along the stone path, tripping the light fandango I s'pose one might say?!

The Dragon cast a beady eye upon these goings on, as he flew over the garden hell bent on on setting a record in getting to the Land of the Nobodies.

Attività, Attività, estenuante....


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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The usual antics are unfolding . . . .

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were to travel to Kalamazoo . . . .
in a cushioned wooden box strapped upon the broad back of the Unicorn.

Olé!

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had entered themselves for a river swimming marathon and the Flower Faeries were to act as "Flying Marshals" along the river bank.

The Witch had been stationed at the end of the course, as the presenter of the medals and certificates of Merit.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies envied the participants, though they had refused an involvement in any way, shape or form.

The Ogre could not take part.

One Ogre step equaled, more or less, a quarter of the course.

T'would be an unfairness to those other walkers, runners, crawlers on all fours.

The Queen of Faerie Land and the Queen of the woodlands were Guests of Honour, and the Lord Chamberlain had been charged with keeping the medals safe.

And the Certificates of participation in this first Kingdom of Faerie Land marathon....

Sorted!


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And, a few different things this time !


(The wrong kind of passengers . . . . . .)

 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The aged Elf Elder was feeling downcast,
depressed.

His authority had been usurped
by the Elfin ability to listen, not hear
and get on with their "own thing."

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Imps and the Pixies sometimes listened, unless driven by the Elves to ignore any request put forward.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were seated in the Tennis courts, having an interesting gossip with the Wizard and the Witch.

The Ogre was nursing yet another cold and sore throat.
He laid abed and complained 24/7.

The Flower Faeries perched upon the stone staircase balustrade.
They loved to dance along it and fly back for more.
T'was a welcome touch down after their morning duties.

The Unicorn was resting on a cumulus cloud, admiring his coat and the jewels in his tail.

The Dragon and he had crossed paths that morning and he had received clouds of praise from his mammoth friend.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had had their early morning swim and were indulging in a stretch and light snack. Afterwards, they would promenade through the garden and fields.

The Ghosts and the Spectres had spent the night in the garden and were now lying prone on the sitting room floor, asleep.

I had been out riding. (I recommend it).
Returned to the house and seen to my horse, I smoked a cheroot and sat down to work.

The article to be written was tiresomely involved and took till late that night to complete....with scarcely a proper break.

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A new torment card for the game.

Still lots, and lots, to do . . . . . . . .


 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The Ogre was feeling a tadge claustrophobic.
His Aunts, Uncles and cousins and the family's pet cat
were to a visit him for a week. . . . .

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

Should the weather buck up, they'd take him on a seaside holiday "down south," "on the coast."

The garden Railway Station was made visible upon the day they were due.

The Station Master and the Porter stood to attention, watching to see if a passenger required assistance.

The Second Class carriage was  brimful of relatives.

From train door to restroom, the queue stretched haphazardly.

They shoved and they pushed.

They elbowed one another.

They gave one another "what for."

When the train halted, they yanked the door open and fell down the steep steps to lie one atop the other.

The Ogre's mind worked slowly, however, it ground to the conclusion that this was not "a good thing."

He turned his back on the train, walked home and sat down.

His relatives were persone non grata.

He barricaded himself in, a notice upon the front door, which read, "Go away. You're insufferable.

Insufferable and Unwelcome....."


Debbie & Peter








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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The warmth in the air was blissful, divine.
The garden residents were present, either gossiping or walking.

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

The Ogre was seated under the Oak, asleep, snoring peacefully.
From time to time his nose twitched and he'd scratch a tickly toe.

The Unicorn stayed for much longer than was his wont, feasting rhythmically upon grass, and upon hay, munch, munch and swallow over and over again.

The Goblin and Gremlin were enjoying their daily constitutional, after which they would visit the Mermaid in the wood.

She was dressed in an azure blue fishtail studded with Opals, Star Sapphires and Turquoise. Her long auburn hair shone brightly, her voice cradled a Rhythm and Blues number.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were gone to market aboard an especial bus for the garden residents only. The Witch had boarded her broom before dawn, taking her cat for company. They were bound for the Florida Everglades.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were taking up valuable space in the kitchen, partaking of Faerie cakes and ginger biscuits, washed down with hot apple juice.

They had spent most of the previous night playing Poker and Dominoes.
They had purposely stationed themselves on the landing outside my bedroom.

The Flower Faeries' imagination in "dressing" the Unicorn was....
How shall I put it?

....Incandescent.

Hello. Goodnight!



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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
In the dark shadows beneath the house
there lurked an ominous creature . . . . . .

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Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

His face was narrow, his brow broad, his neck long and wrinkled, his torso reedy.

His arms hung loosely from narrow shoulders, his fingers were claw like.

His knock kneed legs were spindly,  his feet skin and bone with long, pointed nails.

The Goblin and Gremlin, taking a walk across the lawn to the gate, hesitated before pursuing that route, changed their minds and went out through the garden gate and along the path to the main road.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the aged Mole were not phased.

One of their mottos was, "Come what may, too bad."

The Witch and the Ogre crossed the lawn to the tennis court, the Ogre carrying her cauldron.

Upon his back was attached a bag filled with fire wood.

The Unicorn hovered overhead, awaiting a clear landing spot.

His friend, the Dragon, flying above him, honked a salute.

All was well.

Au revoir a demain.


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= Contra Time Travel
= Tales From The Wood
= Compositioning Skills
= A Forgiveness Sketchbook
= The Importance of  The Studio
= Pictures I regret Messing With!
= 2nd Act : Hands Across The Ocean

 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
Capability Brown was wandering about,
inspecting the garden, the lay out, the plantings,
the bushes and the greenhouse.

Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones



The Witch was in the greenhouse, a fire within the tiny fire place.
She was researching magick spells and how to cast them From her heavy spell book/time.....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were somewhere deep in the wood exploring, searching for something handy to cause a garden resident to sustain some sort of injury.

The Wizard felt a sensation of anxiety, apprehension run down his spine.
The vibes emanated from down there, deep within the wood.

He summoned his magick carpet, stepped aboard and took off, landing in the garden within no time at all.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were treading along the wood to garden path, armed with what they deemed to be, a suitable tool.

They secreted it in readiness for the Ogre's next expected visit.

The Wizard watched their every move and when the coast was clear, he retrieved the weapon, tossed it and rising through the rain clouds till he reached the sun lit sky, became invisible, and was lost to the nosey Elfin, Imp and Pixie's ever prying eyes....


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Please, please, please . . . . .

Well, you know what I was going to say !

 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The birds of Rhiannon were on a rare visit
sitting upon a branch of the venerable Oak
and singing their hearts out . . . .

Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones



Solar Wind Book Peter Andrew Jones

 The Witch was directing the Ogre as to where to put her cauldron and Spell book, having first gotten him to build the fire before collecting her cauldron from her store room and carrying it into the garden.

The Dragon flew over the garden,  casting a deep shadow.

The Unicorn followed, landing near the pond.

He shook his mane and tail, shuddered and began champing the grass, still uncut and tangled.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were gone to the market.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing rounders in the field.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were visiting the Mermaid in the wood.

The Mermaid spent most of the time immersed in water, endeavouring to keep active, mobile and warm.

This winter she had worn a fashionable fish scale top and especially styled, padded, many coloured fish tails.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole  were exploring a hidden part of the wood.

The Cook was cooking, the Housekeeper checking her accounts and the Mouse, the Fly and the Spider were ensconced within their favourite attic room.

All quiet on the Western Front?

Chi sa? Aspetta e vedi....


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"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 

Please, please, please . . . . ..

Tell me the Met Office is wrong, and we're not getting snow again this weekend!


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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were
indulging in a more lengthy promenade than usual
around and about the garden and into the wood.



They were, for the most part, silent, saving their breath to walk further and faster than was their wont.

The Ogre was crunching his way through the wood t'ward the garden, where he expected to receive a substantial snack.

He had neglected to advise the Witch of what he intended and found no such snack set out for his delectation.

He beat his fists against the Oak and shook the mighty tree, waking the Owl and causing the cats lying upon a branch to slide off and fall through the branches on to the lawn.

The cats hastened indoors, where they made themselves comfortably warm, stretched out in front of the fire which had been lit in the Library's huge open fire place....


Debbie & Peter





20th

"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Progressing putting together the torments cards for the game.

Still lots, and lots, to do, but we're getting there, bit by bit!



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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The usual antics are in-play . . . .



The Hare had barricaded himself into his labyrinthine warren, lest the Owl zoom in on him and take him out.

Result?

Dead end. Full stop. Check mate....

Boo hoo?

The Owl's hunger pangs were sharp edged, serrated.

He'd missed his dinner, his plate was empty and his prey for supper, elusive .....

He'd flew back to his Oak, ruffled and chagrined, fluffed his feathers, had a "bath" and fallen asleep.

The Witch had been unable to sleep.

A spell she had cast had gone astray and she felt that she had failed in her duty of care 100 per cent on the day.

Perceiving the Owl's anguish, she took her spell book, lit her magick lantern and researched a suitable spell which did not require her to brew a potion.

She did find a spell, a plainly worded, straightforward spell, and successfully invoked an Owl friendly meal.

The Owl was too deep asleep to hear the Witch's knock, so she stored the food to have handy should the Owl suffer the same misfortune when he hunted for prey the following night.

He did....


Debbie & Peter






19th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
A lullaby is unfolding . . . .



The Elves in the garage, Imps and Pixies in the stables, worrying the horses, sabotaging the motor vehicles.

The Goblin and the Gremlin conducting a learn ed conversation, the subject of which was Dante's "Inferno."

Such was the passion detonated by this conversation caused a veritable explosion, a temper tantrum for both.

The Ogre paid one of his increasingly sine die visits and the Flower Faeries were each cosseting her individual flower.

The Unicorn would land anon to be brushed, groomed and tweaked.
Pink, lilac and beige hair. Lavender mane and tail.

"Lavender's blue dilly and I shall be queen...."
(Lullaby for babies)


Debbie & Peter





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18th

"SIMULACRA" - The Card Game

Just beginning putting together the torments cards for the game.

Still lots to do, but we're getting there, bit by bit!



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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The Hare was galloping hell for leather
across the garden, pursued by the dogs and a fox  . . .




Ye gad!

He scuttled to the edge of the wood and through it, dead leaves and fallen twigs flying hither, thither and yon.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were directly in their path and found themselves knocked to the ground.

The Flower Faeries were chatting about living forever and how those who had done so had passed their time each day.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had spent the early morning skating upon the millimetre thin ice which covered the garden pond.

The Ogre wasn't phased by the weather.
He swashbuckled his way through each day, regardless of the impacted the other garden residents. And the Elves, Imps and Pixies?

You already know....


Debbie & Peter





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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
conflict has arisen . . . .



A cheesy smile, whiskers, and teeth....

Sharpened and whitened and polished till they sparkled - with malignity.

This evil creature resided between the Devil and the deep blue sea.

It was a both omnivore and carnivore with an insatiable appetite.

It had no name, no history, no land of origin.

T'was a gross injustice that he'd
 in our garden.

The residents felt drawn to this "newy."

They formed a group, linked arms and crept on tip toe t'wards him.

Halted.

The creature with no name hunched its shoulders, breathed hoarsely.

Evident t'were the undercurrents of low-pitched growls.

The residents felt their hackles rising.

Their breathing accelerated.

The sneers upon their faces hardened.

The negative overture of the evil creature was matched implacably by the garden creatures.

Their attitude of stonewalling was effectual.

The evil creature ignited, burned.

A mound of ashes....?

No

A heap of scum....


Debbie & Peter





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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
our magazine fulfilment staff
nhave been working hard,
ready to ship magazines . . . .



The shrouded garden railway line had been busy throughout the morning.
The Station Master, Ticket Office, the Porters worked until they dropped.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had, per force, been provided with a train of their own, the driver and fireman of which were tough guy, Elfin boxers.

Any train they travelled on was vandalised, the passengers traumatised.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were off to Lake Bala.

The Witch, in the company of her coven, had dental appointments and a luncheon.

The Ogre had been inveigled into a visit to his aged Great Aunt.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat, were Lake Bala-directed, too.

The Flower Faeries remained in the garden, immersed in clouds of dutifulness and the Unicorn was flying to one of the  Universes beyond our own....

Debbie & Peter





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15th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 (IT'S ON ITS WAY - again!)"

Snow arriving at the magic garden.

Gremlins esaping, hunkering-down, to avoid the chill . . . .

Heroes and Villains Volume one 1 Peter Andrew Jones
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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
Was this reality? Was it a trick? . . . .



The Elves were addicted to spoiling one's day and adept at creating the ideal opportunities.

In those far off days of the summer before last, I was out in the garden.

It was exceptionally hot, exceptionally airless.

Even standing in the shadow under the Oak, it was difficult not to strip off one's shirt and socks and go barefoot.

The Elves had spent that morning in a huddle, choosing the best means of irritating the Goblin and Gremlin.

The Witch was intrigued.

The Witch was curious.

She desired most assiduously to find and prevent them.

Her hearing was acute, but even she could not ascertain.

She watched and she waited to see what transpired.

The Elves knew full well what the Witch was likely to do they forbore to do anything until she was out of the way.

A few days later, I was watching from the breakfast room window and noticed them sneaking about the garden, presumably in search of a secret hideaway.

They found an empty rabbit hole and crawled into it, leaving trail of sharp objects all over the lawn.

The Goblin and Gremlin emerged from the tennis court and began a belated promenade t'wards the fields beyond the wood.

I rushed through the hall, wrenched open the front door and leapt down the stone steps the warn them.

The Gremlin had already stepped upon one of the sharp objects and cut his foot.

I took him indoors to be dealt with by the capable House keeper and returned to my attic office/studio to progress the labyrinthine article I was work, work, working on....


Debbie & Peter






14th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 (IT'S ON ITS WAY - again!)"

Snow headed towards the magic garden again.

The gremlins are not happy, they can sense it approaching . . .


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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The declining temperature
is affecting the garden inhabitants thinking processes. . . .



Causal inventive, causal creative, the Wizard emerged from the pea soupy murk.

The carpet he rode upon was threadbare and dirty for he'd lent his most favourite to his forgetful Wizard friend....

The Unicorn had been galloping 'cross the Heavens when Wizard and carpet had flown directly in front of him.

He'd reined himself in sharply, uttered a soundless whinny and stopped in his tracks to allow the forgetful Wizard to continue upon his way southward.

He floated over the garden, turned west and squinted.
His shortsighted eyes failed to perceive that he was headed t'wards the Eiffel Tower....Slap.

And that collision brought to an end the forgetful Wizard's voyage of exploration....


Debbie & Peter






13th

"NEWSLETTER"

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Last month was mega-chock with workload so we are running behind.

Thus, there'll be a "catch-up on February" and a March one.

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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
on this very windy day. . . .



The Ghosts and the Spectres were feeling cheesed off.

For what reason?

'Cos the Venerable Elder of Fantasy Creatures had summoned the ghosts of bygone Elves, Imps and Pixies, and these translucent beings were presently here, on a visit to the garden.

They wafted through the garden, buffeted by the wind, bumping against tree trunks, the greenhouse, the front door, the kitchen door and fence that surrounded and protected the tennis courts.

The Owl went a-hunting, returning late, late and discovered a logjam impeding his progress home.

He hooted and screeched, fought for a way through, and eventually won safe passage to his own front door....

He entered, banged the door shut and paused for some time afore cleaning his feathers and readying himself for sleep....


Debbie & Peter





12th

"NEWSLETTER"

The first of TWO newsletters this month.

Last month was mega-chock with workload so we are running behind.

Thus, there'll be a "catch-up on February" and a March one.

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Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
on this dark night . . . .



The ghost of Little Boy Blue was visiting.
He'd brought with him his horn which he blew loud and long.

T'was night and pitch black and the night creatures did not like it....
I heard the racket and stormed through the house and out to the garden.

I ordered Little Boy Blue to shut up and go away.

He gave his horn one last blast and dematerialised.... Mercifully!!

The Witch had gone to Back Fence Talk Land, where an extra special spell had been requested.

The Wizard breezed in for some reason, at 3 am in the morning.

His visit was brief and combined a talk with the Ghosts and Spectres and ghostly Wolves and Werewolves.

The night creatures descended upon him en masse to complain and to request that he cast a restraining order spell....


Debbie & Peter





11th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO
Blog article (part three) >

by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/blog-sa.htm

These were some of Anne McCaffrey's famous creations. One especially strikes us as having received the cover art of Peter Andrew Jones: "To Ride Pegasus". This collection of McCaffrey's four science fiction stories gives rise to the series "The Talents Universe", full of people with psionic powers. "To Ride Pegasus" is a prequel to the three published stories. It explains the scientific discovery of the psionic powers and the earliest establishment of the Talents in human society in the Great New York of the twentieth century.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


In the best Sci-Fi style, PAJ did not settle for the truism in painting the legendary winged horse and opted for mind-blowing aerospace combat in the midst of the blast. The clear time is an original element on it, as usually the stellar fighting takes place in the outer (black) space, which leaves the air combat even closer to the reader. The radicalism of 90-degree flights of spaceships and the richness of their details (talent developed very early since a young airplane fan) only add to the reader's interest, who sees in this fantastic scene something that can paradoxically do him/her space-traveling still with his/her feet on the reality. It is the art of creating fiction through the verisimilitude that few like PAJ can do.







10th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO
Blog article (part two) >

by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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In the first half of the 1990s, Anne McCaffrey, along with Elizabeth Ann Scarborough, author and admirer of her work, develop the "Petaybee" series (Powers trilogy): "Powers that Be" (1993), "Power Lines" (1994) and Power Plays (1995). They also publish in partnership the trilogy "The Twins of Petaybee", composed by "Changelings" (2005), "Maelstrom" (2006) and "Deluge" (2008). In the second half of the decade, McCaffrey joined Margaret Ball, another writer and big fan of her work, and from that partnership appeared the novels of the series "Acorna: Acorna: The Unicorn Girl" (1997) and "Acorna's Quest" ( 1998). Ball had to leave the series to follow in her own novels, so Elizabeth Ann Scarborough was chosen to retake the project, publishing "Acorna's People" (1999), "Acorna's World" (2000), "Acorna's Search" "(2003) and" Acorna's Triumph "(2004).

After finishing this heptology, the writers invested in a new series of the same universe of Acorna: "First Warning" (2005), "Second Wave" (2006) and "Third Watch" (2007). The pair also produced two other novels: "Catalyst" (2010) and "Catacombs" (2010).


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In the 2000s, Anne McCaffrey and her son Todd McCaffrey returned to the Dragonriders of Pern series and published the sequential books “Dragon's Kin” (2003), “Dragon's Fire” (2006), “Dragon Harper” (2007) "Dragon's Time" (2011) and "Sky Dragons" (2012 - posthumous). Todd today continues to release books from his mother's most famous series, as well as a biography of her.

Anne was the first writer to win both Nebula Award and Hugo Award, prizes of the most importance in science fiction and fantasy literature. The third volume in the “Dragonriders of Pern” series - The White Dragon (1978) - was the first science fiction to appear on the New York Times Best Seller list. McCaffrey, one of the greatest writers of all time in fiction and fantasy, officially joined the Science Fiction Hall of Fame in 2006.





9th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO
Blog article (part one) >

by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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Anne Inez McCaffrey is best known as Anne McCaffrey. He was born in Cambridge, Massachussets, on April 1st, 1926, and died in Newcastle / Ireland, on November 21st, 2011. She has published more than eighty books during her career. She was responsible for creating one of the classics of science fiction, the series "Dragonriders of Pern", begun in 1968.

Her career starts well before “Dragonriders of Pern”. Her first publications were two short stories: "Freedom of the Race" and "The Lady in the Tower." Two other short stories would still be published within the universe of "The Ship Who Sang." But her full-time writing career began in 1965, in the seaside town of Sea Cliff, Long Island.


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McCaffrey wrote the first draft of "Dragonflight", the opening volume of the "Dragonriders of Pern" series between late 1965 and early 1966, when she had finished her first novel, "Restoree", yet to be published in that time. "Dragonflight" was inspired by a tale the author had written in the spring of 1965, "Weyr Search," which introduces readers to the world of Pern. But this tale was only published in 1967, year in which it publishes her first novel, "Restoree", and in the following year, her second one - "Decision at Doona".

In 1970 she was already a recognized author. She had also published the books "The Mark of Merlin" and "The Ring of Fear". Because of her separation, she moved with her three children to Ireland, the home country of his family. In 1971 she received the British Science-Fiction Convention for the publication of "Dragonflight", which was translated to French, Norwegian, Swedish, German, Dutch and Danish.

In 1976 she began the series “Harper Hall”, with the publication of "Dragonsong".
From 1971 to 1978 she devoted herself to closing her most successful series producing "The White Dragon", published in 1978.





8th

"NEWSLETTER(S)"

There'll be TWO newsletters this month.

Last month was mega-chock with workload so we are running behind.

Thus, there'll be a "catch-up on February" and a March one.

Go here to subscribe >
http://peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm


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Meanwhile,
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
it is duck feather warm . . . . .



The Faerie Queen Godda was with her sisters, who, lived in a dingle, a stream running through it.

In the depths of the wood, t'was duck feather warm.

Reclining beside the stream was Cleopatra, a phantom, an ignis fatuus.

She doused her face in cold water, laid her cheek upon a cushion and slept like a child.

Morning melted into afternoon, afternoon into evening.

Dusk....

The Goblin and the Gremlin chose to take their walk through the gloom to the wood.

Their walk took them past the dingle, where Godda, her sisters and a witch of the wood were playing harmonies upon medieval clavichords.

They stayed put....

Debbie & Peter





7th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Inspiration!

Definitely some interesting textures here.

And, some nice interweaving and criss-crossing elements.

quick! Grab the sketchbook!


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile,
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
The stable occupants need a helping hand . . .. . . . .



Wisebeach and Burp were new to the stables.
They were donkeys recently rescued from a man who'd been gaoled for cruelty.

Both were in need of almost constant attention.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were intrigued and they visited the stable as soon as they could after they had learned of the arrival of the rescue donkeys.

The donkeys were unsure as to what these beings were and hesitant when they approached to investigate exactly what they looked like.

The other residents were eager to meet them, though hesitant, too, as to how to comport themselves.

Wisebeach and Burp get on well with the horses and have settled into both the lives that they lead here and the stables they sleep in.


Debbie & Peter





6th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

How long, will the berries last?.

I don't normally pay any attention to these, but . . . .

There has been more snow than usual this year,
and it intrigues me that
, despite that, this hedge has no snow on it.

Perhaps it is a magick hedge?

I will be observing  . . . . . . .

Could it be, that Ostara is approaching faster than usual?

Only 24 days to go . . . . . . .


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


And so,
in anticipation,
of
 approaching
  out in the Magick Studio Garden . . . . .



The Witch knew a legend which she thought I'd very much enjoy - t'was about the goddess Ôstara and a loving, giving, little Hare.

Herewith follows a mythical tale about him.

The day for celebrating the festival of Ôstara dawned and each man, woman and child - and creature, brought gifts.

The little Hare almost wept, for he had nothing to give.

His spirits wilted, his ears drooped and his eyes blurred with tears, which dribbled down his cheeks.

New beginnings, renewal?

What could he do?

He hopped back to his burrow, brow furrowed.

"Was there something hidden somewhere? He would certainly look...."

He searched high and low.

Found only empty shelves and cupboards. Then.... there was an egg!

With cautious hops, he carried his precious burden from burrow to  the hill of gifts.

"Ôstara," he called. "I have a gift for thee. T'is only an egg, I have nothing more in my burrow."

Ôstara appeared, looked, saw and smiled.

She saw, she understood and to him she said, "You have given me the very last thing in your larder. Thank you."

So, till the end of time ye shall be known as an "especially special animal....!"


Debbie & Peter





5th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Cold snap continues, but SO looking forward to Ostara.

Time to work beckoning spells . . . . . .

And don suitable garb.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


And so,
in anticipation perhaps,
  out in the Magick Studio Garden . . . . .



The Flower Faeries had designed, hand sewed and hemmed, a high society, crème de la crème, upper crust, ward robe.

The Witch, too, had an outrageous, awesome new ward robe of dresses, cloaks and boots.

The Ogre wore whatever he could find upon the floor or drying in the warmly dark, laundry room.

The Goblin and the Gremlin stuck to an old fashioned ward robe - thick underwear, heavy trousers, shirt, waistcoat, gaiters, coat, scarf, gloves, hat.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had a mix, match and "up yours" attitude.

The Unicorn was the "best dressed."

Argue not.

Zut!!


Debbie & Peter






Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



4th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Cold snap continues.

But - nature's compositioning, never ceases to stun me.

Wonders of the natural world . . . .


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
strange things are occurring . . . . . .



The ghosts of Gladstone and Disraeli wandered past me, as I smoked a cheroot.

T'was dark and chill damp and the moon was shining Sprung bright.

I longed to introduce myself and to converse with both Prime Ministers.

Could I, should I, grit my teeth and do so?

I did so....

The Prime Ministers "begged to differ" and I, I listened and listened, till the sun came over the yard arm....when the hour for a drink would strike....


Debbie & Peter





3rd

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Our studio assistants are having a break!.

Just when the workload is at a peak.

Typical imps!

And, they look as if they are frozen!


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Out in the Magick Studio Garden
where more editorial efforts could be helpful . . .



Messages in a bottle, sardines on toast, oysters and mussels, prawns.
Lobster, Langoustine, Scampi and Crayfish.

The Goblin and Gremlin OMG, IDK.
Unriddle the riddle?!
Dig and delve....
Shovel, shovel, shovel.

The Unicorn was arrayed in the rococo style, dark colours designed in a perfect symmetry, elegantly shod, mane and tail cropped.

The Witch was impressed, overawed.
She promptly immersed herself in her Spell Book, spectacles upon her nose, talon running under each sentence, each word.

The Ghosts and Spectres drifted and whispered, their translucent elegance visible in the pitch black night.


Debbie & Peter





2nd

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Lone Wolf covers.
Red Fox Books


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



The bleak mid Winter, the February freeze had coalesced, fused into a whirlpool of finespun snowflakes.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies, the Goblin and the Gremlin were building a full dress snowman, carrot nose, cheroot - unlit.

The Witch's cauldron burbled, the fire beneath it, struggled.

The spells went north and south, east and west.

Some traveled the Globe backwards.

Some exploded into shards....

The sky was filled with 100's and 1000's of gold and silver lees....


Debbie & Peter





1st

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Lone Wolf covers.
Red Fox Books


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



The garden was fizzing with high spirited vitality.
'Cos the Witch had been promoted to Lady Chamberlain to the Queen....

She'd be busier, bossier, than ever before?!

The Flower Faeries drooped at the news, the Goblin' s stomach curdled and the Gremlin's heart missed a beat, plummeted....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies went into a spin, rushed to huddle together, plan their future
behaviours.

The Owl refused to take an interest. Full stop....

The Witch told the Wizard, who congratulated her and warned her of developing a big head.

She listened, possibly, anyway, she made appointments to have a new wardrobe put together....


Debbie & Peter





February



28th

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Blood Music
Greg Bear
Legend Books 1988.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



Lord Edric was on the war path, driven by his savage temper.

Since losing his beloved wife, the Faerie Queen Godda, he had been incapable of retaining any sort of emotional equilibrium....

Too often he had treated her with arrogance and condescension.

Brushed aside what e'er she said, discredited her opinion.

Thundering across the plain upon his magick steed, Conundrum, his mood deteriorated further.

His vision blurred, his mind blanked out.

 He could neither see straight, nor think straight.

His mind went round and round in circles....

Leapt he a stream and gates and fences, bushes, fallen tree trunks.

Per contra, as he stormed across a bog, his steed was brought to a full stop.

And sank....


Debbie & Peter





27th

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Lucifer's Hammer, Orbot Books.

Larry Niven & Jerry Pournelle.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



"Dear Bête Noire,

We have ignored one another, bad mouthed one another, sneered at one another, now -
'tis time for a bout of fisticuffs or a wrestling match.  I know! Sumo!!"

Thus wrote the Wizard to an antagonist, a foe.
The aged magician in question did not stoop to reply, such was his rigid mindset, and the consequential inability to see the other person's point of view....

The relationship appeared to have foundered beyond redemption.

The Witch thought them stupid.
"Va magna sapone!" she advised them.
" Grow up!"

Life in the garden quickened. T'was Spring time after all.
Blue sky, white clouds, bubbling brooks, chill winds....

Life in the garden rumbled from day to day.

The Goblin and the Gremlin pursued their daily routine.
The Flower Faeries duties altered each day.

The Stoat, Weasel and Mole based their days upon the weather and the Frog, Toad and Water Rat had, by definition, to remain close to water.

There were spats and disagreements between the garden residents, nevertheless, apart from the Elves, Imps and Pixies, they lived together in relative harmony.


Debbie & Peter





26th

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Philip K Dick & Ray Nelson -
The Ganymede Takeover
(Legend Books, UK 1991)

Artist-signed original book covvers & printer's proofs.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



The Ghosts and the Spectres were riding Shagya Arabian ghost stallions.

The silence of Space embellished the tableau.

A silent movie in 3D, eerie, phantasmal.

The Witch and her coven were picking herbs and spices, sprigs of deadly nightshade and poison ivy.

They had chosen, every last one, to practice Homeopathy.

T'was complicated, recondite and complemented their personalities?!

The Goblin and the Gremlin, the Flower Faeries et al, were aficionados of alternative medicine and mixed the orthodox and homeopathic - no problem, duck soup, no sweat....


Debbie & Peter





25th

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Artist-signed original book covvers & printer's proofs.



Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .




The Ghosts were at swords' points, ready to do battle....with the Ghosts next door, who preferred our garden to theirs.

Oft times they'd "stray" from home and upset the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines.

The Witch and the Wizard, the Weasel, Stoat and Mole, the Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat had been known to scour the Witch's spell book for an answer.

(And chase the Ghosts back to where they should stay....) !

One could mistake The Flower Faeries for naive, squashable, beings. However - timing is everything. And that time was now, this instant, this moment, this second.

Flower Faerie power exploded - close perspective.

The trespassing Ghosts and Spectres were blown away....

Stunned.

"The days of wine and roses," (Ernest Dowson poem), was renewed - C'est fantastique!!


Debbie & Peter





24th

"THE HISTORY SHOP"
 
For upload later this month.

Artist-signed original book covvers & printer's proofs.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where where more editorial efforts could be under threat . . .



Castles in the air, mythical mirages, their windows sparkling like diamonds this sunlit early morning.

Scarcely discernible, barely perceptible, members of the local Hunt were assembling.

The backdrop reminded a travelling Goblin journeyman of events he had passed through in the history of creature kind, that are passed down from generation to generation.

The Witch had lived longer than he, the Gremlin less by a narrow margin.
The Ogre was a youngster, the Flower Faeries, ageless.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had. quite,simply, materialised and the Wizard was as old as Father Time.

The Mermaid looked ageless.

Today, she was entertaining the woodland Faeries to a vocal rendition of "Songs of the Earth."

When....

From the woods came the sound of a tree branch torn down, followed by a shriek, a resounding crash and silence....

From the dark wood a figure emerged.
T'was a massive and ugly, loup garou.
The garden residents froze.
The Witch gripped the spoon she was using close to her chest.
The other residents present curled up in balls, trying desperately to look as though they were something other than tasty morsels of food.

The Wizard and his forgetful friend, riding upon his magick carpet, descended smoothly from way, way above the clouds.
They swept into land and stepped off.

Crossing the lawn to join the Witch, the Wizard noticed, but strangely, ignored, the loup garou.

He was slighted.

He glared, clenched his fists and lumbered towards them, an ugly expression on his puffy, bloated face.

The Wizard paid no heed, but began to chant a spell, sotto voce.
He waved his wand, cast the spell.

And -

the loup garou was firmly pinioned  to the hard, wet ground.
He could not move a muscle, as bit by bit
he was converted to stone.....
into a weirdly grotesque, grey stone statue....


Debbie & Peter





23rd

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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AMBIENT - Unwin Hyman Books

SCIENCE FICTION : THE GREAT YEARS - Sphere Books.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where all kinds of things are envisioned. . . .




The Gremlin Master Chef and Maitre d, was polishing the silver cutlery.

And, beside him, the Goblin picked his teeth and studied the dinner menus.

The waiters washed and dried the glasses, arranged the napkins, uncorked the wine.

Red wine, white wine, rosé, water, already stood upon the tables.

One wine for entrées, one for main course and one for sipping with the petits four.

The invited guests assembled in the lounge.

The Head Waiter entered, waved a hand.

"Follow me," he said.

The food was excellent, the wine exquisite.

The plates wiped clean, the guests divided, ladies to the powder room, gentlemen to the smoking....


Debbie & Peter





22nd

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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THE GOLD AT THE STARBOWS END.

THE SECOND EXPERIMENT.

Both Panther Books, from the 1970s.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  out in the Magick Studio Garden
where all kinds of things are envisioned. . . .



"Wretch!" bellowed the Goblin and the Gremlin in unison.
His words echoed through the garden, causing the residents to jump....

It was apparent that one of them had got up his kilt and his normally placid disposition had been knocked askew.

T'was not an Elf, an Imp or a Pixie.
They had gone to have tea in a town far, far distant, far remote.

They had gone on foot, so, regardless of the speed with which they walked,
t'would take several hours to complete the journey.

The Wizard appeared upon the skies above the garden, mounted upon a lordly, a magnificent, golden Palomino. He reined in his steed, peered downwards to assess what was happening, if anything.

Descending, he guided the Palomino t'wards the tennis courts, landed, tethered the horse to the fence and approached the Witch, already stirring the magick potion in her cauldron.

They first perused her Spell book for exceptional spells, then read the requests that she had received. When that was done, they chanted, waved their wands sent the spells upon their paths.

At intervals they paused and chatted in a desultory sort of way.

The Witch cleared and cleaned and swept.
The Wizard laid prone 'pon his carpet, and gave it snappy, crisp, commands to carry her over the sea to Nowhere'sville....


Debbie & Peter





21st

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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PERRY RHODAN.

Orbit (Futura Publications) Books.


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Meanwhile . . . .
  back at the Magick Studio Garden. . . .



The Goblin had a brainwave!

An ambush.... or, as Hare in The Grey Rabbit books put it, "a ham and egg bush!"

The Gremlin was of two minds, hesitant, skeptical.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were bounce back kids, a law unto themselves....

The Witch could cast spells, as could the Wizard.

The Flower Faeries' expertise was nickels and dimes in comparison.

Both the Witch and the Wizard had, on occasion, transformed them into statues of stone.

Nevertheless, not surprisingly, none of them had ever been aware of this fact.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were unbannable, un-get-ridable, garden residents.

Longstanding, glued down....

So - the remaining residents had no option, 'cept concede....q


Debbie & Peter





20th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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Shots from SOLAR WIND.

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_solarwind.htm


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  back at the Magick Studio Garden. . . .



The Elves, Imps and Pixies, on the spur of the moment, burst into an American Barn dance tune.

A small band of Elves struck up the melody upon their banjos, mandolins, fiddles and mouth organs. T'was out of sight groovy, old fashioned, fab....

The Witch's feet were a' tapping, she bent down to lift her skirt to free her feet so's she could dance, dance, dance, with an "I'm floating on air" smile animating her lined, wrinkled face.

The Wizard, ever watchful, chuckled. Rare was the occasion when the rigid sternness of her face was cracked by anything else but a self satisfied smirk.

He steered his magick carpet into land, took her arm and they "Mexican Hat" danced till the sun rose and the full, Powamuya Moon - (Hopi red Indian), is abed....


Debbie & Peter





19th

"CH-CH-CHA CHANGES" (coming).

Time to work up the next magazine issue.

It's evolving!

Beginning a stronger focus on "how to".

Painting techniques : Drawing techniques : Mediums : Compositioning - and more!


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  back at the Magick Studio Garden. . . .





18th

"BACK IN THE STUDIO"

En Plein Air painting trip concluded.

Time to return to preparation of painting mediums for daily use.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
Checking out what's been happening
  aout in our Magick Studio Garden. . . .



Gulp, the Weasel, Guido and Zonk were nomadic gypsies, following the Silk Road, with a detour thrown in.

(They'd been traveling sans compass. Error -  adjust it!)

The garden was a haven for those who'd overstretched themselves.

And, if one studied the Elves, Imps and Pixies intently, one learned the way to do so....

A win, win, stance.

The Witch's lifestyle was not to be emulated.

Her lined, wrinkled face was a masterpiece portrait of a magickal being who could resist neither to help nor to heal.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were easy going for the most part and the Ogre's middle name was "obligatory." (For the other person or creature).

The Unicorn and the Dragon came and went on the hoof and the Ghosts, the Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves moved aimlessly in and out of reality.

Ecco fatto....


Debbie & Peter





17th

"EN PLEIN AIR"

On the way home soon.

(En Plein Air painting trip).


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  back at the Magick Studio Garden. . . .



The Flower Faeries were basking in a pool of warm sunshine.

They wore cloaks of winter roses, over gowns of croci.

The Witch was preparing a substantial mid morning snack for the ravenous Ogre, whose mother had not cooked him a large enough breakfast.

The Unicorn's great wings cast a shadow 'cross the garden.

The Flower Faeries hastened to don their overalls.

They would brush, comb and groom him as though he were taking part in the equine equivalent of the annual London Fashion Week!!.....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies crept closer and closer, for they desired naught else but a ride airs above and decided that they'd be more likely to strike pay dirt if they positioned themselves to within easy reach of the asking....

The Goblin and the Gremlin were trundling through the garden, intent upon their daily routine of stretching and exercising their limbs.

The Mermaid sat, placid and still, on "her" rock beside "her" pond in the wood.

She crooned old fashioned songs 'neath her breath, scarcely audible.

The leaves above her head rustled and shook, stirred by a light breeze which blew through wood and garden.

The woodland Witches had convened to discuss the new magick potions, innovative ideas  suggested concerning the casting of spells and of particular import, their successful delivery in tempest and storm.

The Dragon, on his way to the Lands of the Dragon Lochs, surveyed the goings on down below and was drawn to descend.

He could not, of course - too large, too long a tail....

The Witch and the Wizard, the Goblin and Gremlin would have given their eye teeth for a tour of the globe astride the Dragon's  back, (if there were something to hang on to and thick, soft cushions to sit upon!)


Debbie & Peter





16th

"EN PLEIN AIR"

Probably time to stop work and go home ? !

(En Plein Air painting trip).


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


Meanwhile . . . .
  back at the Magick Studio Garden. . . .



The residents of the garden felt snafued and shaken after this latest, enervating episode.

They slept long and exhaustedly, awoke early, refreshed and rose from their beds with caution.

They first poked their noses out of their front doors to establish whether or not there was an unpleasant character of threatening mien lurking, waiting....

The Witch had positioned herself within the tennis courts, locked the gate and commenced to read the requests she'd received.

She would build a fire later and send her spells to wherever....

The Ogre was gone on a long walk in the countryside to calm his fraught spirits.

The atmosphere at home was out of mind corybantic!

The Flower Faeries sang softly as they sewed and embroidered patchwork quilts and coverlets for teeny tiny infant Faeries.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were playing their fiddles, accompanied by the Elves, Imps and Pixies strumming mandolins and whistling.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were visiting the Mermaid and indulging in an early morning swim.

 The Frog, Toad and Water Rat had gone to Lake Bala for a change of scene and respite.

The afternoon was livelier, the evening animated.

The Ghosts and Spectres had arranged a Ball for these Fantastical creatures, attended by all but the Owl and the infant Faeries....


Debbie & Peter





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The great diversity of techniques known by PAJ make him versatile and excellent at what he does. Reaching the heart of the gamers who bought Cytron was certainly another successful completed mission.

To the next checkpoint, "tank-artist"!

(Image shows the "unseen bit" derived from its original use on a paperback book).


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The Fox, by name, Ryuu, meaning  (Dragon Spirit), was abroad in the garden.

KV, look out!

The garden residents were nonplussed.

where from had Ryuu materialised?

The Ghosts and the Specters, the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves, had oft crossed his path and had First degree Honours, (cum laude) in repressing his sort....

Ryuu skulked, sniffed, sniffed and snook and searched for a savoury midnight snack.

The Goblin and the Gremlin gave him a wide berth, the Flower Faeries sought refuge well out of range.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole betook themselves to the greenhouse.

T'was cosy and comfortable and the door could be locked....

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat slipped surreptitiously passed the fox and made tracks for the wood.

The Witch was immersed in stirring her cauldron, unaware of his presence till she felt a soft brush against her cloak and glanced down.

Ryuu's nose twitched, his long tail flicked and he stood upon his hind legs, his front paws on the rim of the, by now, scalding hot cauldron.

Mistake !

He yelped and he howled, turned tail, dematerialised....


Debbie & Peter





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The Cytron game could only rely on the art of Peter Andrew Jones to be attractive.

The figure of an imposing tank and at the same time "futurized" needed to have the skills of someone who is expert in airplanes, spaceships, robots and other fundamental figures of the science fiction genre. His tank is fast, powerful, a mass killing weapon, which says a lot about the art employed here: combinations of shots and laser beams while headlights illuminate its front to escape from what  should come from its rear.

This is how the artist looks: he sees all sides, decides which way to go, and is always ready for the challenges he faces.


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The Ghosts of the garden were mingling with the mythical, magickal, (and real life), garden residents.

The Faeries of the Midnight Hours would be their guests.

The presence of the Witch, the Wizard and his forgetful Wizard friend was anticipated with knock on wood, keep your fingers crossed, hope.

The Goblin and the Gremlin were great friends of the Faeries of the Midnight Hours, though t'was rare that the Goblin and Gremlin were still awake late, late.

Day turned to night and darkness reigned.

Darkness as dark as a photographic negative - and chilly!

Meeting together warmed both body and soul.

The party continued till the wee small hours.

Sleep came easily, was deep as  deep.

As deep as Mount Thor was tall.

T'was the world's tallest vertical cliff....


Debbie & Peter





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cont . . .

The player obviously controls Cytron with a joystick or a mouse. A novelty is that the Cytron can be divided in two parts (two smaller robots): Cyt and Ron, the split form  being able to be controlled individually and then later to be united. Both Cyt, Ron and Cytron can use various weapons, and need to access computer terminals in various places in this lab-maze.

Cytron is an excellent shooter style game with fast fun (sometimes the robot is hard to park instantly because of its speed) and old style with good theme music and graphics for the time.

Its gameplay is the same style as games like Graftgold, Paradroid, Ranarama, Intensity and Alien Breed, among others.


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The snow had ceased to fall, the cool winter sun was opalescent.

The garden residents were all on the lawn, apart from the Elves, Imps and Pixies and the Witch.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing football in the field beyond the wood and the Witch had, during the night, received an urgent summons from over the seas for assistance in transporting an invalid Kami spirit to a virtual hospital for treatment.

The Flower Faeries, their grooming of the Unicorn accomplished, were perched upon the most comfortable of the rocks in the rock garden, knitting winter socks and blankets for the poor and the needy.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were visiting an old friend and the Ogre was at home, snug in bed, asleep and snoring.

In the attic, the Mouse and the Spider were attempting to climb the delicate, gossamery sunbeams drifting through the windows.... And the Fly was batting madly about the room.

In the kitchen the Flower Faeries were instructing  the Cook on the preparation of genuine Faerie cakes, to be tested on the Elves, Imps and Pixies when they had finished playing football.

I was upstairs in my studio/office, reading and writing and hoping against hope that I 'd not suffer any unnecessary interruptions....

During a mid morning break for a cup of coffee, a cigar and a brief stroll around the garden,
I glanced up and noticed a large company of diverse Faeries.

Before my startled eyes they descended en masse and landed on the lawn....

Added up,  the answer was - trouble spelt in capital letters and underscored ten times with a thick purple crayon.

T'was.


Debbie & Peter





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Cytron was a computer game developed for  Commodore  Amiga (or simply Amiga), developed by Lunatic Software and released by Psygnosis in 1992. It is a futuristic maze / action adventure game. Its French version was released under the name Citron, which made it a bit ridiculous  because "citron" means "lemon" in the French language.

The story runs at a research facility in the distant future. The guinea-pig robots take their  researchers as hostages. Earth sends Cytron, a remotely controlled robot, to rescue the researchers from this robotic rebellion.


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The Elves's hubris and audacity, arrogance and impertinence had lately increased hugely, ever since they had been forewarned about their evermore rancid, rank, rotten, besmirched, reputations.

They basked in, what they characteristically considered they be - creatures of note, of importance, of discernment, no less?!

The Flower Faeries were wont to steer clear of them, if possible.

The Goblin and the Gremlin took pains to bypass them.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the slow moving Mole pottered nonchalantly passed, listening intently as one or t'other talked.

The Wizard on his magick carpet always waited in the skies above the garden till he knew for sure that they had gone elsewhere....

The Ogre was in the very best position.

He could quite simply step on them, rather than over them and squash them flat....

As a whole, we members of the household were t'd off.

There was simply no answer at all as to how to cope with them, you know?

Debbie & Peter





11th

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Peter Andrew Jones, as the greatest exhibitor of the artworks in that calendar, shares the scene with Brian Williams, artist of its cover, vignettes and just another illustration contained in it, this calendar displays some of the greatest artworks of both artists of the Lone Wolf series.

Any other illustrator would have made it a cute calendar, but thanks to these artists the item is worthy of being guarded and admired, as are the days, months and years of our lives.


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The Faeries  awoke to a dreamworld of snow, a Faerie Land landscape of milk and honey.

It knit one and pearled one, pirouetted, whirled and billowed.

Swirled and spun like a hoop.

Intuitive moves, spontaneous moves, of second nature to a snow flake....

The Ghosts lifted their translucent faces to the night sky, revelling in the memories of the touch of a powder puff as one's dresser applied a light dusting of powder to one's face, hair or wig.

The Owl was out a'hunting for prey, but the blizzard of snow partially blinded him and his 20/20 vision was reduced to the width of a grain of sand?!

Nonetheless, his innate ingenuity and intuition triumphed and, with a sweeping dive and a pounce, his talons struck gold....

Debbie & Peter





10th

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Project Aon, which is an extremely dedicated and professional fan project, was granted permission by Random House  Publishers and the creator of the series - the late Joe Dever - to make a PDF facsimile of this rarity, which can be got via this link:
https://www.projectaon.org/en/pdf/misc/The-Lone-Wolf-Anniversary-Calendar.pdf


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The market town had been unfrequented for a prolonged period of time.

The reason?

Delivery van drivers had mutinied, walked out in high dudgeon, because the Elves, Imps and Pixies had vandalised their vehicles....

The market town folk were close to contravening the laws of the land, by commissioning vigilantes to round lasso them, tie them to the lamp posts and douse them with olive oil....

The Witch, the Goblin, the Gremlin and the Wizard convened a pow wow, deciding in  short order to make hay while the sun shone.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were presently otherwise engaged.

T'was some weeks before their stocks had diminished enough to absolutely require a day at the market.

The market stall holders, shoppers, street cleaners and merchants set their plan in train as soon as these archetypical vagabonds and thieves began distracting the shoppers and " lifting" their wallets.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were lassoed, tied to the lamp posts and sales of olive oil increased by the truck load.

 Supplies ran low  at a record breaking pace....

Debbie & Peter





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The Lone Wolf 10th anniversary calendar celebrated 10 full years of the legendary series of this gamebook.

It was published by Random House in 1994.

However, it was not released in stores to be marketed because it was released as a "commercial publication," copies of which were sent to bookstores to advertise the series. Many of their copies have also been distributed as prizes in the competitions of Lone Wolf Club Newsletter.


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The garden was overflowing with diverse Faeries.

Their numerosity left no room for anybody else, movement was restricted, collisions unavoidable.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were providentially, elsewhere.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were conversing with the Mermaid.

The Goblin and the Gremlin had, perforce, to delay their constitutional and the Witch and her cauldron hemmed in, may, besieged with tiny, magickal, winged beings....

(The Witch's expressive face told an exquisitely illustrated story?!)

The Ogre appeared at the edge of the wood, took one look and retreated, posthaste....

Alarm and despondency spread like wildfire.

The garden residents had suffered a frightening invasion, been ambushed, but - we had all of us forgotten the "Elf effect!"

The Elves, Imps and Pixies returned in the dark depths of the night and upon entering the garden, beheld these invaders.

Insupportable, t'was....

Their worst behaviour traits were ignited.

They stormed on to the lawn, sling shots at the ready.

Five minutes later the garden had once again, changed hands....

Debbie & Peter





8th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Cold snap continues.

But - the sky is blue!



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Aiziber Mudflower was a nasty Faerie.
A fire Faerie, she resembled a Firefly, she flew like one, sparkled like one, flew solamente by night....

The Faeries of the Night watched, spellbound.
This Lightening Bug, Firefly Faerie, was a Beetle, recognised as such by other, more offbeat beetles....

The Owl was out distanced, outmanoeuvred, out run.
The Goblin and Gremlin, late night to bedders and the Night Elves, Imps and Pixies, sat in comfort and clapped.

The Witch could not sleep, so sat upon the garden bench and perused, nose to page, squinting, a Witch's "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy?!

The bats shot low across the lawn, disappeared into the wood, causing consternation....
The  Faeries of the wood, the Witches and Mermaid, dived into the pond.

Pinched their noses and submerged?!

Debbie & Peter





7th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 
IMBOLC - or Oimelc, or Candlemas.

Here we are again - cold snap - a light dusting of snow on the hill.

And, thankfully, ongoing light sprinkles thorough today. . . . !


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Astrid and Ottile, Pandora and Seraphina, were Faeries who dwelled in the Land of Moonshine....
(Not the Land of alcoholic drinking, just silly, rather nasty, tittle tattle....)

They possessed a cornucopia of snide remarks and innuendo.
To underscore and add distinction to these, unfaerielike, remarks, they had built up and accumulated, facial expressions to suit their purpose....

They had alighted in the garden at the stroke of 2 am, searched the premises from end to end, for a place to lay their heads.

A Goblin of the Night directed them to the wood, where, sure as sure, there'd be a hidey hole in which they could shelter without the risk of being disturbed.

They settled instantly, slept and awoke before the night melted into a yellow, pink, blue grey dawn, tinged with strokes of  lilac purple.

They rose, shook out their dresses, combed their fingers through their hair and then,
took the path back to the garden, to sit upon the rocks around the pond.... 

They sat in silence, awaiting the expected salutations and offers of breakfast, but, instead, received questioning, inquisitive, glances.

T'was the Witch, who, taking the Ogre his mammoth repast, noticed Astrid, Ottile, Pandora and Seraphina and asked them what they would wish for....

She hid behind sweet nothings so they wouldn't guess her true thoughts - How quickly they'd be gone.

She sensed their out of placeness in this fantastical garden....

Debbie & Peter





6th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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THE DARK MAN - Mayflower Books.

A CANTICLE FOR LEIBOWITZ - Corgi Books UK & Bantam Books USA.

ESCAPE TO VENUS - Orbit Books UK.


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The Elves, Imps and Pixies were permitted to come indoors too often, I thought.

The Housekeeper was adamant, however, that they would get in somehow, anyhow, whether you banned them or not.

The kitchen, the pantry, the scullery and wine cellars were particular targets, off the beaten track and possessing heavy, thick doors, little sound audible from the hallway floor, let alone that of the bedrooms.

Since the almost destruction of parts of the garden, they had changed course and now targeted the residents of the house or their fellow garden residents.

There had been occasions when a market square policeman had banged upon the front door, to advise us of the fines they'd incurred and I would have to pay, after they had damaged market stalls, thieved merchandise, or gatecrashed one of the pubs....

The mess and chaos in any of the bathrooms after they'd been in them was enough....

They had inhabited this garden for time immemorial.

No way could we evict them without causing complete chaos, confusion and general ill tempered nastiness.....

Debbie & Peter





5th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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UBIK -
Meulenhoff Books, Rotterdam, 1975.


also appeared on >

The Gold at the Starbow's End
Frederik Pohl, Panther Books 1975

&

CLANS OF THE ALPHANE MOON
Philip K Dick, Panther Books 1975


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The Goblin and the Gremlin were discussing these four 'acidic' Faeries and exchanging views as to whom should they go for advice and direction as to what could be done instanter to push them to leave....?

Both the Witch and the Wizard were at their wits end.
The Flower Faeries kept their distance.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies were cheesed off, for they had met their Waterloo.
A Faerie who out classed them in  despitefulness and trickery....

The Ogre was housebound during this cold winter season.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole could be found mainly in the wood.
The Frog, the Toad and Water Rat daily braved the plunging temperatures of the Mermaid's pond.

The Faeries of the woodlands and the standoffish Witch of the wood, had their winter headquarters in a glade, surrounded by high thorny, bushes, holly and thistles.

Nevertheless, these cute
Faerie Tale ramblings, don't answer the conundrum of how to liberate the garden of the "four?!"

The Unicorn was relishing his grooming session.
Such finesse, such meticulous, attention to his "look" of the day....

The rhythm of the Faeries' brush strokes, Scrub, rub, brush, comb, smooth, arrange, style, set his mind to wander into creating a far reaching plan of action.

It went thus....

He'd produce and direct a play in one act, titled:
"Backhanders, and bribes and a safari through time."

At eventide he greeted them, broached the subject.
Cock a hoop, they were! So, when the Church clock struck midnight, they leapt aboard, gripped on tight.

He sailed up, up and whoosh....

With a swoop and a buck, the "acidic" Faeries had been catapulted into nowhere.
There they remained, unable to shift....

Debbie & Peter






4th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"
 
IMBOLC - or Oimelc, or Candlemas.

As I bumped into a friend this morning, who I had not seen since the end of last summer, I pondered if, as he milks cows for a living, he had suddenly re-appeared due to the growing power of the Sun, awakening the land, and awaiting the Spring Equinox . . . . ?

It'll be here, before you know it . . . . !


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The Witch had encountered a old flame whom she'd ditched years ago, for it had dawned on her that, the casting of spells, the art of creating marvels, of influencing events was, so much more tempting, so much more enticing....

Her ex had aged disgracefully, face lined and wrinkled, long, greasy hair.

A straggly beard, which he had left to grow almost the his knobbly knees?!

His cloak and gown were unlaundered, ragged.

The hem ripped, the underarms stained with sweat.

The sleeves grubby and torn.

When this person recognised the dear friend of his youth, his eyes widened.

He beamed, his features reanimated....

He clasped her hands, kissed her cheek!

They seated themselves upon the bench beneath the Oak and talked till the sun set in a blaze of a jillion colours....

Debbie & Peter





3rd

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
Via Pinterest = Alan Dean Foster
MIDWORLD

Year = 1978 ISBN: 0-7088-8009-6 [978-0-7088-8009-8]
Publisher: Orbit / Futura
Cover: Peter Andrew Jones


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The door to the pantry required the application of oil.
It creaked fit to bust, which, in some ways was a blessing.

We could hear that creak from the Library or Withdrawing room, received prior warning that the Elves, Imps and Pixies were once again involved in some clandestine adventure.

The Witch had applied in writing, requesting the use of the kitchen on bad weather nights.

Tonight was such.

She chopped and mixed, seasoned, cooked.

The old fashioned stove was replete with bubbling saucepans.

The Elves' became aware of the fragrant smells issuing forth from the kitchen.

Their stomachs rumbled, their mouths watered.

They descended below stairs, listened.

Yes....

Surreptitiously, furtively, they pushed the kitchen door ajar.

Squeezed through the gap and clustered round the kitchen table.

The Cook was tired, was doing overtime.

Their presence was irksome.

What to do?

Create a storm in a teacup or offer them Elfin friendly ginger biscuits and a cup of steaming, spicy, non alcoholic, apple toddy?

The latter....

On the button!!

Debbie & Peter





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"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
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The Flower Faeries had little on their "to do" lists, these short, chilly, wet days of this "is it ever going to end" winter.

They groomed the Unicorn, gossiped, sewed their next spring wardrobe.

Other than that, what was there of pressing import to accomplish?

The Witch was always exceptionally busy during wintertimes.

The anguished, often urgent, messages proliferated an hundred fold....

It had been agreed with Cook and Housekeeper, that she be given free range in the kitchen to prepare replenishments of stocks and potions which required warm temperatures for best effect.

She had also been allocated two unused shelves in the pantry to store the left overs, the excess and her "long life" potions.

The Wizard, too, soft soaped and sweet talked her into preparing whate'er he needed now or might need in the near future.

Impossible to ban the Elves, the Imps and the Pixies, or chuck them out for misbehaving.

They were past masters at gaining entry even to those off limit rooms which had been locked and/or bolted....

The Mouse, the Spider and the huddle bustle Fly, were wont to avoid them, as far as was possible to, by meeting each other in a "tight- fit" attic room.

The Elves, for some unknown reason, were smitten with my bedroom and with the house's many bathrooms.

They spent an inordinate amount of time goofing round on the bedroom floor, shutting themselves in the various bathrooms, (including my own), running baths, having showers and repeatedly flushing the toilets.

To the house cleaners, these creatures were ill bred, uncouth, undignified, wretches....

Amen to that....

Debbie & Peter




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The Dragon was hovering high above the garden, for, when he descended lower, his gently flapping wings created a chill down draft and the deep shadow he cast spooked the residents of the garden.

The Flower Faeries were enamoured of neither chill winds nor chill breezes, preferring sunlight, balmy temperatures and an untroubled atmosphere....

The behaviour of the Elves occasionally overwhelmed them, as it did for the other garden residents and the residents of the house....

The Unicorn abstained from taking retaliatory action.

The Dragon, however, would never hold back from turning the tables.

Until today he had missed any Elfin "crossing of the lines."

One fine day, when t'was least expected, opportunity would come knocking....

Debbie & Peter





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The Wall of Years (1979) describes the destruction of space in the 21st century because of a war provoked by the discovery of a vastness of Parallel Worlds by the vision of an English time traveler who goes back to Saxon times.

Most recently, he wrote Waterloo Sunset (April 2004 and November 2005), a graphic novel that deals with a post-disaster high-tech outcome. After that, Stephenson chose not to continue his writing career.

His illustrations appeared in Galaxy, SF Digest, Vector, Inverted World (1st North American edition) of Christopher Priest (1974), among others.

In this edition, Nightwatch received the cover art of Peter Andrew Jones, who presented readers and admirers with a spaceship combat. The richness of the details of the space base imposes itself on the others without taking away the brightness of the whole scene, an interesting mixture of space contemplation with the fervor of the confused war that the book describes.

Is there any beauty in war? If you believe so, PAJ is the right artist to portray and immortalize it.


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The itinerant Goblin cutler was fashioning cutlery(!) for the Goblin and the Gremlin, the Witch and the Wizard.

His designs were unsurpassable, top of the range.

Each set he fashioned, the uncopiable, irreproducible,  possession of its owner....

The Goblin, the Gremlin, the Witch and the Wizard had discussed betwixt each other and the Fantasy Garden Private Bank, storing these precious items in the the Bank's secure vault.

An appointment with the Owl's uncle, Wise Head of the Bank was favourable.

These irreplaceable possessions were placed in the Fantasy Garden Private Bank, with visiting rights granted to the Goblin, the Gremlin, the Witch and the Wizard.

Oft and often they took the Owl by his word and, paid personal visits to admire and gloat over their own, ultra, precious pride and joy....

Debbie & Peter





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Narrated in 1st person, Nightwatch (1977) tells a primary alien contact seeming friendly, but in fact it is an invasion. Dan Frome is a British engineer sent to Dvornik Moon in 2006 to oversee the installation on Jupiter's probes of the artificial intelligence he invented - the Golems - which have flaws and need it for their effectiveness. An alien spaceship has been detected in the way of the Earth and they try to use the false sympathy, the Golems of Frome try to intercept the alien craft. Everyone who lives on the Moon is stuck for the entire duration, obviously unhappy with this involuntary exile, while the Earth itself is on the brink of a war. A good book, but still very similar to what was produced in its own time, with traits of Arthur C. Clarke, David Brin, William Barton and Michael Capobianco. However, it has its merits by looking like a mixture of science fiction (pessimistic / decadent) with space opera (optimistic).



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It must have occurred late in the night.
Someone had done a number upon the garden.
Soil had been deposited on the paths, the steps down to the garden, in the greenhouse, the shed.

The hallway was covered in mud.

Stones and pebbles, shreds of torn winter flowers and twigs lay upon the breakfast room rugs, and the carpets of both Library and Withdrawing room....

The Head Gardener was rendered speechless, the Housekeeper choked and I sent word to the Witch that a meeting  be arranged immediately.... and, to be attended by every garden resident, bar none.

No excuses acceptable....

The Wizard received a telepathic summons, too, because, t'was conceivable that he'd glimpsed something when night flying upon his carpet, or sensed that damage and ruination were being  perpetrated somewhere below him....

The Flower Faeries were knocked back by the sight of the mess, which left few flowers to administer to and few bushes to perch on....

The Under gardeners took one look and set to with a vengeance, vowing to rectify as much as they could, in as little time as was possible.

My own programme for the day was heavier than is usual and t'was not until after dark that I managed to have a relaxed saunter and cigar.

The garden had been stripped of most everything that grew, but was tidier and neater, restored to a remarkable order....

Debbie & Peter




Simulacra - Goddess of The Birth Moon Peter Andrew Jones
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Chastity was a Faerie of the Wide Open Spaces.
She had returned to the garden following a fallowing period in Alberta, Canada....

She attracted the curious like a magnetic or the Pied Piper of Hamelin.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were consummate poke noses.
They formed a queue in her wake, retaining a distance betwixt, because Chastity was a Faerie who loathed being hemmed in....

The Goblin and the Gremlin, the Witch and the Unicorn had known her back in the days of Kings, Knights and Ladies, of duels Banquets and hunting....

The Unicorn sensed her chiaroscuro charisma and munched calmly on his hay and apple.

Chastity dwelled lovingly in an atmosphere of quietude and the Unicorn felt her stroke his neck, his mane and pull his tail straight.
Shake it out.

The darkness descended early.
Clouds obscured the Moon.
Chastity climbed aboard the Unicorn's bare back.
Over the trees he took her and across the hills.
They journeyed to the Golden Yonder.

The Unicorn waited until she'd dismounted and flew back to the garden so's to complete his repast....

Debbie & Peter

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The Gremlin was winging, complaining of the cold.
He did not want to go out for his daily constitutional with the Goblin.

He huffed and he puffed, but unlike the wolf, left out the line in the nursery rhyme that says, that the wolf threatened to blow the little pig's house down....

The Goblin knocked at the front door, stamped his feet, shook them and pulled the thick gloves he was wearing a trifle higher up his wrists.

Opening the door, he beheld his friend, dressed in three layers of winter clothing and waiting impatiently to get cracking.

They did, eventually, start out and both soon found that, once you got moving, it was A - OK....

Debbie & Peter





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The Gremlin, together with his friend, the Goblin, achieved a lengthy walk through the garden and wood.

It was just as well that they had put on sou'westers, because, the rain soaked trees were drip dripping a soaking head of hair for those who did not....

Wending their way back through the trees, a blunt bottle fly took a liking to the Gremlin's nose. Alighting delicately upon it, the fly settled down to enjoy several long minutes resting and exploring his face....

The ticklish Gremlin, hesitant to swat it, went cross eyed in the effort to see where the fly would go next, slipped, lurched forward, went head over heels.

The blue bottle, nonplussed by the fall, buzzed way to annoy whoever, wherever....
and found me?!


Debbie & Peter





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Out in our magick studio garden . . . .


Where one bluebottle buzzes, a second with join it. Then, a third, a fourth and so forth and so on....

If you are eating a cake, sweet biscuits or honey sandwich, you'll attract a swarm of these animal/insects.

The Goblin was hungry, his tummy rumbled audibly.
He craved a crumpet with honey, a dish of ginger biscuits, washed down with a small glass of
sweet grape wine.

 The Gremlin suggested they visit the Witch.
She'd know a "foodie" spell to cast et au plus vite, the Gremlin should be served his sugary snack.

Si, si....

The Church clock chimed midnight, the picnic appeared.
The Gremlin spread his napkin, poured a glass of wine, Picked up his knife and fork and.... bizz
a swarm of blue bottles surrounded him and settled on the food.

He retired to bed hungry, tired and enervated....


Debbie & Peter






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The wary old Warthog had journeyed great distances.
He was light years, it felt, from the sunlit grasslands and woods of the African sub-Saharan savanna.

The grass beneath his feet was treacherous slithery, the pond water tasted too cooly clean for his palate.

The other creatures in the garden were, to be candid, bizarre and those other odd characters were, no joke, unique in their incomprehensibility....
The Warthog had yet to meet the Wizard and the Unicorn.

The globe trotting visitor was friendly, approachable, prepared to meet the residents, not excluding the Elves, the Imps and the Pixies.

The Imps thought him kooky, idiosyncratic.
The Pixies trailed after him wherever he went.
The Elves were most hospitable, friendly - in theory....
T'was ineluctable, inescapable that they'd give the Warthog grief.

As darkness fell, in the pitch black of the night, they commenced upon their plan to  warn the Warthog that he was not a desirable incomer.

Best leave....

The answer they got was a lunge forward, head down, teeth bared, tusks at the ready for an attack....

Finis.

Debbie & Peter





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The Warthog had been a refreshing change from the norm.
Easy going, good natured, never in the way.
The garden residents were disappointed when he left.
He left a hole. He was missed.

The Goblin and the Gremlin sat beneath the Oak.
They conversed for a long time about this, that and the other, but primarily, getting along with
most anyone you might meet or come across.

The Unicorn chomped the grasses of the, slightly drier, lawn.
The hay was drier, more edible and he made that plain....

The Witch had lit a fire in the kitchen garden, igniting the wrath of the Head Gardener and the Cook.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were in the dining room.

They had climbed on to the table by way of the chairs and were sliding back and forth, twirling and zipping skilfully around each of the table ornaments.

The Flower Faeries had betaken themselves to the kitchen, where they perched on the refrigerator, the ceiling light and the old fashioned plate cupboard with shelves. 

The Cook sipped hot tea while she mixed, stirred and tasted the contents of an enormous saucepan as it bubbled and spat.

The Wizard swept down to the firmly closed front door.

Stepping off his magick carpet, he hammered loud and long upon it.
It was opened, he entered, descended the stairs to the kitchen.

Thus, the morning was spent endeavouring, successfully, to keep warm....

Debbie & Peter





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The gusts of wind had gathered momentum.
It whistled and blew, through the trees, through the fields and grasslands.

Roofs were lifted from farm houses, from barns, from sheds.
The chimneys on old houses broke away from their moorings, bricks tumbling over rain butts, over window sills.

They fractured  the walls. And, as they hit the ground, splintered into a million fragments....

The garden residents trembled and shuddered.
The Witch was en route to resolve a crisis.
The Wizard had been summoned to attend a conference, taking place in the Mountains of Fizzle and Snap.

The Unicorn had hied to a world beyond Pluto, the Goblin and Gremlin riding bareback.

The Flower Faeries had flown to a hideaway in the hills, indiscernible to prying eyes, a precious Faerie secret.

Gaia remained imperturbable, serene....

Debbie & Peter






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The Corn Whisperer was arresting, intriguing, boffo....
He was the most recent incomer to our Fantastical garden.

He was to travel the countryside from the Spring sowing of corn crops to the Autumn,
when the crops were full grown and ready for reaping.

The garden residents listened, transfixed, to his myriad of stories on the effect achieved from treating  corn plantings as friends....

The Flower Faeries already understood the importance of forming a close relationship with trees, plants and flowers, with Nature per se.

The Witch was neutral, the Wizard disinterested, and the Elves, Imps and Pixies unconcerned.

The Goblin and Gremlin loved trees, but not flowers.
Some plants were acceptable, the majority were not.

The bushes, the trees, the plants and flowers did their thing, had their season.
When their time came, so to speak, they returned to the Earth Mother....


Debbie & Peter






21st

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
Yet more Pinterest e-mails.
suggesting even more "pins" I might like to see.

Perhaps, maybe, I should have my own Pinterest page?


Oh right, I already have, so, maybe I'll send myself an e-mail about it?

:)


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Meanwhile . . . .
so pleased, entranced,
that some environments are magickal,
not technological . . . .


Blue, the morose Faerie, was feeling all torn up, in the doldrums.... spiritless.

The garden residents would have vastly preferred that Felicity or Joy or Beatrice Bounce, the Faeries of Exuberance, had stopped by, instead....

Blue sat in the mud at the edge of the garden pond.

There was no need to do so, nevertheless she was driven to behave either counter productively or malevolently and actioning those measures that were least beneficial?!

She became ever increasingly frozen, her dress, cloak and light summer slippers increasingly muddy. No garden resident dared to sit with or talk to her.
What they'd get was a mouthful of negative speak....

The Witch, the Wizard, the Goblin and the Gremlin poured over the spell book, in search of a spell to cast which would cause her to get the hell out of here.

Found!!

The Witch assembled the appropriate ingredients, prepared the cauldron, stoked the fire.

The spell was ready in next to no time, the magick words spoken, the spell cast to the wind. I could just discern it riding the air currents, surrounding Blue and adhering to to her person.

She began to twitch, to scratch, to brush off irritating virtual insects.

The time she took to remove herself was lengthier than it should have been. But, Blue eventually ceased to twitch and to scratch. spread her torn, uncared for, wings and
vanished....

Debbie & Peter





20th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"
 
Pinterest sent me another e-mail this morning.
suggesting more "pins" I might like to see.

Would I be interested in seeing this "pin'?


Well, I get to see it every day . . . . framed on my studio wall.

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Meanwhile . . . .
My daily exercise was calling,
balanced against too much time
spent in front of the easel. . . . . .



The Water Rat was stretching, stretching, stretching, massaging the twinges and cramp from his arms, legs and feet.

The Toad and the Frog played Leap Frog and hopscotch, afterwards competing against one another to find which could spring highest, which could leap furthest and which could perform somersaults, without a pause, down the stone pathway, across the lawn to the edge of the wood....

The Witch was using her smallest cauldron, today.
The fire, built with dry splintered tree bark and twigs, had taken forever to get going, let alone burn fierce hot.....

The Wizard landed. A sight to behold?!
He was dressed in thigh length waterproof boots, calf length crimson cloak and squashed, crumpled hat.

He was clutching a spell book, his spectacles, and a fresh laundered handkerchief.

The Unicorn rarely visited these cold winter days.
The grass was too wet, the soil too boggy.
Instead, he returned daily to a favourite destination - one of the five dwarf planets, Ceres.
What he found to graze upon, no one can even guess?!

The Flower Faeries were bereft, the garden felt empty.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies, felt otherwise, however.

There was more room to spread out, more room to lark round, to spread their wings, so to speak....

My sister, by the by, had informed me that she would not be back till the Elves, Imps and Pixies had been brought under control.

Her car was too precious....


Debbie & Peter






19th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

It's back !
 
Lovely palette suggestion.

Enjoying the semi-monochrome black-green-white panorama.

Almost worth putting up with the cold  . . . . brrrrrr!!


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Meanwhile . . . .
A tidy-up effort had been required . . . . . .

The pond had been cleared of debris, the lawn cleared of fallen leaves, of twigs and small branches, of rubbish and plastic bags blown in by high winds, driving rain.

The Head Gardener and his underlings were relieved to see the back of it.

They were indulging in mugs of scalding hot tea and biscuits, hand made by the Cook, following a secret recipe of her Great great great Grandmother's.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had ridden out the storm in the kitchen and later, down in the wine cellar where they broke open my bottles of choice wine....

The Flower Faeries had been invited by the Owl to share his Oak tree abode.
Impossible to venture out in such godawful weather.

The Witch and the Wizard, riding the Unicorn and following in the Dragon's wake, were light years away in the stillness of Space.

The Ogre hadn't heard the thunder, hadn't seen the sheet lightening.
Had been unaware of the gale force wind, which had lifted trees by their roots and smashed them into the earth.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole had burrowed deep beneath the soil.

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat could be found in a guest room bathroom, which still contained an old fashioned Victorian bath, hand basin and lavatory....

There were bats in the attic, Mouse, Spider and Fly in the attic corridor and the cats were asleep in front of the Library's open fireplace....

Cool!!


Debbie & Peter




18th

"THE WACKY WORLD-WIDE WEB"

Ha !
 
Pinterest sent me an e-mail this morning, and not for the first time . . . ..
suggesting "pins" I might like to see.

Apparently, according to the e-mail, I might be interested in this picture?


Certainly it has happy memories for me, so, unintended though it was -
yes, I was happy to have it brought to my attention today!


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So, maybe, out in the Magick Garden,
things aren't as crazy as I tend to think?


The storm had passed, the garden was a wetland, fit for fishing bats, tadpoles, water bugs and water birds....

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat were in seventh heaven, the Elves, Imps and Pixies wading through the water up to their chests, hooted with glee and splish splashed each other.

The Flower Faeries perched upon a branch of the Oak.
The Owl put on his spectacles and read "Tales from the Wood."

The Witch was still somewhere "out there, up there," reveling in the noiselessness and never ending expanse, the eternity,  the infinity of the Universe upon Universe.

The Wizard had turned back, uneasy, disquieted, by the lack of hoopla, the absence of discord?!

The Unicorn and the Dragon had moonlight business to execute, for which they must reach the outermost ring of the planet, Saturn.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," as the saying goes....

Debbie & Peter





17th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

It's back !
 
White light on the Acer tree, sprinkled with snow.

Pondering again . . . . . could I manage to paint that effect ? ! ?


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"Lawks a mussy,"shrieked the housemaid, trotting quickly down the staircase.
"There's a Mouse in your bedroom and it is sitting upon your pillow!"

"There is a Mouse which lives in a hole in the wainscot, I replied, "somewhere either in the attics or along the bedroom corridor."

"Along with the Spider and a live in Fly, the Mouse is considered by me to be a valued member of this household...."

"Dearie me,"murmured the housemaid.

The Witch, when I went out to the garden, was standing, shoulders hunched, beside her cauldron. The expression etched upon her face was grim, indeed choleric.
Trouble brewing for someone, somewhere, I thought?!

The Wizard coasted in on his magick carpet and, without warning, her temper exploded....


Debbie & Peter




16th

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On February 20th, 2005, the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, which first honoured it with the Grand Master Award in 1984, announced the creation of the Andre Norton Award, to be awarded annually to a fine work of fantasy or fiction for the adult literature market, beginning with the 2005 publications. Often called "Great Dame of Science Fiction and Fantasy" by some biographers, Andre Norton wote novels for more than 70 years. She had a profound influence across the genre, having more than 300 published titles read by at least four generations of readers and writers of science fiction and fantasy, having influenced notable authors such as Greg Bear, Lois McMaster Bujold, CJ Cherryh, Cecilia Dart-Thornton, Tanya Huff,  Mercedes Lackey, Charles de Lint, Joan D. Vinge, David Weber, KD Wentworth and Catherine Asaro.

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15th

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As Norton's health became uncertain, she moved to Winter Park, Florida, in November 1966, here  she remained until 1997. In 1976, Gary Gygax invited Norton to play Dungeons & Dragons in his Greyhawk world. Norton later wrote "Quag Keep," the first novel to be set at least in part in the Greyhawk scenario and the first to be based on D & D. She moved to Murfreesboro, Tennessee in 1997, and was under palliative care from February 21, 2005.

She died at her home on March 17, 2005 of congestive heart failure. Her last full-length novel, “Three Hands for Scorpio”, was published on April 1, 2005. In addition to "Return to Quag Keep", Tor Books published two more novels with Norton and Rabe credited as co-authors, "Dragon Mage "(November 2006) and" Taste of Magic "(January 2008). The five novels of Cycle of Oak, “Yew”, “Ash and Rowan”, “To the King a Daughter”, “Knight or Knave”, “The Crown Disowned”, “Dragon Blade” and “The Knight of the Red Beard” were written with Sasha Miller.


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14th

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In 1950 Andre Norton retired due to health problems, working for Gnome Press, a small science fiction publishing house in New York City. She remained there until 1958, when she became a full-time professional writer - with 21 published novels, among them "The People of the Crater", "Huon of the Horn" and "Star Man's Son." She wrote over a dozen series of speculative fiction, but her longest and most ambitious project was "Witch World," which began in 1963 and later became a shared universe used by other writers.

She was nominated twice for the Hugo Award in 1964 for the novel "Witch World," in 1967 for the novel "Wizard's World," three times for the World Fantasy Award for the ensemble, finally winning the award in 1998, regularly set up searches as the "best year" of the Locus Award for Best Science Fiction Novel. She was one of the founding members of the Swordsmen and Sorcerers' Guild of America (SAGA), a group of authors of Heroic Fantasy founded in the 1960s, led by Lin Carter, being the only woman among the original eight members.


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13th

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Also known by her pseudonyms Andrew North, Allen Weston and especially Andre Alice Norton (born Alice Mary Norton on February 17, 1912 and died in March 17, 2005), she was an American fiction and fantasy writer who also wrote books of historical fiction and contemporary fiction. She was the first woman to win the Gandalf Grand Master of Fantasy, SFWA Grand Master and first nominated for the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame. Her career began at Collinwood High School under the tutelage of Miss Sylvia Cochrane. She was the publisher of a literary page in The Collinwood Spotlight newspaper for which she used to write short stories. During this period, she wrote her first book, “Ralestone Luck”, which was published as her second novel in 1938.

Depression in 1932 forced her to abandon her dream of being a teacher and began working for the Cleveland Library System, where she remained for 18 years. In 1934, she changed her name to Andre Alice Norton to increase her marketing, since men were the main audience of fantasy books. Her first book - "The Prince Commands" - was published that year.


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12th

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Meanwhile . . .
after a hard day's work,
out in the evening magick studio garden . . . .


The Elves, Imps and Pixies had woken.

T'was late in the day.... was there time enough left to carry out their A-1 tricks, to engineer confusion, chaos, pandemonium?

The snag?

The Dragon had draped itself across the garden, watching them.

Upon his back rode the Wizard, in his rôle of Watchman or Security Guard or Policeman.

The choice was his....

The Ogre had returned to the fold, made peace with the family and given a bed.

The birds of Rhiannon had visited briefly to give the news that they'd return on New Year's Eve to entertain the garden residents to a splendiferous vocal concert.

The Flower Faeries would prepare food treats and wine or champers, the Witch cast spells for gifts to be distributed amongst everyone.

The Owl would be persuaded to attend, to forego flying abroad to find a tasty morsel to dine on.

The garden residents were over the moon.

There was naught better than celebrating something or t'other, anything, anytime....


Debbie & Peter



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Meanwhile . . . .
after a hard day's work,
out in the evening magick studio garden . . . .

Late last night, the weather being clement, I went out to the garden to smoke a cigar.

I wandered awhile, then decided to sit.
Turning about, I made a beeline toward the Oak.

As I approached, I perceived that the bench was already occupied by the Goblin and Gremlin.

They sat there composedly, swinging their legs and puffing upon long, thin Goblin-friendly cheroots.

The presence of the Ghosts and Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines, appeared to discommode them not one jot.

They dropped ash on the grass and blew smoke in the faces of those creatures that strayed or lingered too near them.

They did agree, however, to move along the bench and allow me to sit awhile to enjoy my cigar.

We finished our smoke, bid one another a goodnight.
Re-entering the house, I went upstairs....
to find the Elves, Imps and Pixies playing Poker on the landing outside my bedroom....


Debbie & Peter




10th

"EN PLEIN AIR" (off the cuff)

Stage three - close-up.

Still wondering where will it go . . . . . ?

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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .

The Witch was filing her talon like finger nails.

These she dealt with herself; the hair style for the incoming Faerie Land new year, she would delegate to the Witches' Premier Hair Salon.

She had booked an appointment, too, for a facial and head massage.

Fittings at the Witches' artful Designer of Dresses and Cloaks, would follow and lastly, a new pair of winter boots, a scarf and a pointed hat.

She felt, at this point, that she'd look finer than every other member of "her" Witches' Coven....

To add perfection to perfection, to create ultimate perfection, she'd ride to the meeting sidesaddle upon a stunningly accoutred Unicorn?!

The Faerie Land new year outshone even her expectations....


Debbie & Peter




9th

"EN PLEIN AIR" (off the cuff)

It's great, to go where one has never been before.

Stage three - experimentation!

Where will it go . . . . . ?

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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were being treated to afternoon tea, prepared and served by the Housekeeper and Cook.

These hardworking ladies were determined to distract them from causing further angst, strife and turbulence.

The Ogre squelched his way across the lawn to see what was happening.

To poke his nose in and inevitably find fault, disapprove.

The Flower Faeries had hitched a lift on the Witch's broomstick to visit "family" in the Lands of Emollient Creams.

The atmosphere would be soothing to their lacerated nerves for, even patient, long suffering Flower Faeries such as they hit  the buffers when it came to those  pestilential pests....

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were gone to the races, watching from under the race course fence....

Debbie & Peter



8th

"EN PLEIN AIR" (off the cuff)

Close-up.

Stage one (second session).

More to come (obviouslly).

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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .

The Gremlin was toasting his hands  before the fire.
He had chilblains upon his feet which he'd immersed in warm, soapy water.

The Goblin had assured him that he'd complete his tasks PDQ and visit with him for company asap., thereafter.

The Mermaid was, today, resplendent, in fish tailed body suit.
T'was too cold to cover only her lower back, bottom and those long slender legs....
(Yes, she did, or so it seemed, indeed, possess a pair of legs!)

The Weasel and Stoat were pulling their friend and companion upon a sleigh.
The wobbly sigledig Mole too wibbly wobbly to plough a path through an heavy winter snowfall....

The Frog and the Toad and the Water Rat were apparelled in their best bib and tucker....
Classic Plus fours, striped shirt, cravat, co-respondent shoes and gaiters.

To complete this picture of elegance and refinement, the trio wore galoshes and protective snow shoes....

The stuff of fashion designers, models and catwalk.

Debbie & Peter




7th

"EN PLEIN AIR" (off the cuff)

Sometimes, I like to "just start" on a painting.

Sometimes, I like to "just turn my usual process upside down".

So . . . . here we go.

It's a miniature (that's new for me, yes?)

It is triggered by sight of a cobweb in the garden.

It'll have "some sort of creature" sitting in it.

I've no idea (at this stage) what or who.

That's why it's fun . . . . . .


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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden
where the cobweb was seen . . . .

The Spider resisted the temptation to tease the Fly by asking him in dulcet tones to, "Come into my parlour web, and I will give you tea...."

The Mouse would surely have put his foot down.

"Suspicious" was his middle name?!

The Fly shot the breeze with them, a while, then, buzzed downstairs to the kitchen quarters.

Here, he found the Cook preparing custard cream biscuits and treacle tartlets.

Time to raise one's game, t'was, and drive the lady up the wall....

If the plan went without a hitch, without a glitch, without a snaffu, the Fly would get a welcome snack and, to boot, leave a jaunty, cock a snook signature on the tartlets and the biscuits....

Debbie & Peter


6th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

More magick !
 
Wonderful light on the Acer tree at the front of the studio.

Pondering . . . . . could I manage to paint that effect ? ! ?
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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .


Market day had been fruitful for all those who shopped, the produce plenteous and fresh, the company, boffo.... for grins!

Obtaining a seat in the returning bus turned out to be a scrum, with much pushing, shoving, jostling and barging.

The local Witches traveled by broomstick, the Faeries flew and one could beg, borrow or steals farm cart, or cycle - if you knew how....

The Ogre was a beneficiary when it came down to brass tacks, his breakfasts still more plentiful, scrumptious, satisfactory....

The Dragon appeared daily overhead.

He had warm memories of growing up in this magickal garden which, once in a blue moon, he remembered.

The aged Goblin occasionally visited and the Queens of the woodlands and of Faerie Land paid duty calls when the mood took them - a rare event....

The Lord Chamberlains and/or the Lord High, (and mighty), Sheriffs in the Land, kept an eagle eye upon the 'goings on' and kept lists in their record books.

The day before yesterday the Elves, Imps and Pixies kept out of mischief.

Oh so friendly they were.

Yesterday and today they made up for the short fall.

When the Dragon dropped anchor, above the garden, so to speak, what he saw caused him to lose his cool.

The Elves were putting together a number of homemade traps.

For what purpose and for whom was irrelevant.

When their task was complete, they nipped around the garden, placing the traps strategically so as to be hidden, but to snap shut tightly round the ankle of whomever was caught, fixing the imprisoned one to the spot.

The Dragon shot away to collect a small army of Dragon friends and acquaintances, rallying them behind him and leading them down to the garden.

Traveling like torpedoes, they were quickly in place, just where their retaliatory actions would score most effectively.

They scored 100 %....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were then marched round the garden to step on the traps and imprison themselves with little expectation of rescue....

Che guai!!

Debbie & Peter



5th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Magick !
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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .

The market was humming with business.

The Coffee House and Tea Room were chockablock, too.

The Goblin and Gremlin were partaking of lemonade and coffee and walnut cake, the Witch sipped camomile tea and nibbled fruit and nut biscuits.

The Weasel, the Stoat and the Mole were seated by the river, throwing Pooh sticks and flipping pebbles through the water in friendly, companionable silence.

The Frog and the Toad and the Water Rat had pottered into the wood to the pond.

The Mermaid greeted them with a wave and a smile and, diving off her stone into the icy cold water, left it free for whichever of them got to it first.

The woodland witch soon appeared, armed with a wand, a spell book and her broom.

She was followed by the Ogre, who was carrying her cauldron.

She filled the cauldron with pond water, poured into it a magick potion.

Forthwith the woodland glade was filled with the incense of roses.

And a shower of multi coloured rose petals cascaded down from the gentle clouds of Fantasy....


Debbie & Peter


4th

"LEGENDARY ART MAGAZINE"

Shipping now!

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Meanwhile . . . .
out in the magick studio garden . . . .


The Pagan jig that the Elves, Imps and Pixies danced was registered in the "Memories" tome as a spectacle unforgettable....

It was talked of for days.

The Witch, the Wizard and the Wizard's forgetful friend could be glimpsed through the trees surrounding the glade in the wood, practicing pointing and flexing their feet, raising upon demi pointe, pliéing, springing and jumping?!

The Unicorn was to perform a magickal, sans rider, Dressage set to the music of wind in the trees.

The performance included a flurry, a gust, a cyclone, a whirlwind.

Gradually building t'wards the crescendo of?

The French mistral ....
Attention! S'il vous plaît.
Trouver refuge.


Debbie & Peter



3rd

BUSY BUSY
(but what's not to like ? ! ?)

Mega-shipping week ensures . . . . . !
(on a freezing cold day, so ,nice to be in the print room!).

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Out in the magick studio garden,
a post New Year stroll
has produced a chilly outcome . . . . .
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The Mermaid was numb, chilled to the bone, although earlier in the day, she had been for an underwater swim, anticipating that a certain warmth still remained the lower depths of the pond.

Untrue....

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat, too, dived into the water and shot out, pronto quick....

The Flower Faeries were dressed in long gossamer dresses, winter coatees, Faerie boots, woolly hat, scarf and gloves.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were holed up in the house basement wine cellar.
T'was ominously quiet.
I felt in my bones that a look see was necessary.
Underlined three times....

The Witch and the Wizard had built a substantial wood fire.
It crackled and popped, streaking flashes of flame shooting hither, thither and yon.

Having tracked the Elves, Imps and Pixies to chosen lair of the wine cellar, I ordered them upstairs and out to the garden.

Once outside, they stampeded t'wards the fire, stamped their feet, clapped their hands and
began dancing an Irish jig.

Impressive....


Debbie & Peter
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2nd

THE MORNING AFTER FAIRIES!

Happy New Year to you all !
(if you are up yet?)
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If New Year's reveling has got to you,
take heart, you are not the only ones . . . .
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The magick garden pests.... the Elves were bleary eyed - zapped.

Their antics on New Year's Eve had been exhausting for them and nerve shattering for their fellow residents of both house and garden.

I lay in bed debating as to whether or not, to stay put.

The Imps and the Pixies had repaired to the attic, gaffed-off with their self seeking, self absorbed colleagues.

The Spider, the Mouse and the zippo Fly, sought alternate accommodation, because one never knew whether the unmagickal creatures they wished to befriend, would decide that they were pests and expunge them.

The Witch had forwarded a telepathic message to explain that she, the Wizard and the Explorer Unicorn were lost having taken the high road, not the low road and discovered t'was a gaffe....


Debbie & Peter
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1st

TIME FOR MEGA-MAGICK!

All the very best for the coming year.
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So, chilly as it is, icy though it may be,
we wave our magick wands, and
rush with energy into the wheel of the year!
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A snow flurry!

Choo, choo....

Snowmen and icicles, toboggans and sleighs, snow shoes and short, wide skis.

The Goblin delighted in cross country skiing, the Gremlin in skating, (a trifle prosaically)....

The Flower Faeries revelled in riding upon snowflakes, rain drops and sliding down rainbows when they were not too busy....

The Witch built statuesque bonfires to keep "her" garden family, warm.

These bonfires were, without exemption, safe, being magickally assembled, the flames shooting high were a virtual reality, the smoke translucent, odourless, the warmth incandescent!

The Mermaid was, pro tempore, imprisoned.

Sealed beneath a thin layer of ice.

Pinned by sticky tape to a rock was a note, which read - "I am out, not in.

Leave a message, or wait...."


Debbie & Peter
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