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22nd

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,


Catapulted out of a profoundly restful sleep,
the Goblin sprung to his feet and
headed towards the garden pond.

There he splashed icy water over face and head,
patted them dry and charged around the garden
like  shot from a rifle.

The Gremlin, sleepy-headed,
lifted has head from the pillow
and yawned a huge yawn.

Throwing back the bedclothes, he sat,
contemplating his navel till he felt energised.

A thundering upon his front door,
snapped him to his feet.

He opened his front door
to his breathless, red-faced, friend,
invited him inside and sat him down.

A cup of mint tea and a puff of cheroot
and they were ready to face the day
and commence their daily preambulations.

The garden was silent, the temperature?

Phew!

Was this spring, summer, autumn,
winter or just the Arctic?

The Ogre joined them, sniffling and snorting,
having found no clean handkerchiefs
with which to wipe his nose.

The Witch summoned the Ogre to carry her cauldron
to a well-protected spot and, with her artistic skill,
built a masterpiece fire, lit it.

The sounds of crackling and the smoke
attracted the Elves, Imps and Pixies, who,
abluted themselves quickly and huddled close as they could.

The Ogre filled the cauldron
with water and today's potions, and
waited upon the arrival of the Flower Faeries
bearing food and beverages.

The Unicorn landed,
the Dragon glided on to the fields.

His hugeness made fitting on to the lawn
a near-impossibility….

The Frog, Toad and Water Rat
ambled through to the wood,
where they enjoyed a dip in the pond
with the Mermaid.

Their friendly Witch of the wood saw them,
invited them to join her and,
rubbed them down smartly
before pouring mugs of sweet berry juice.

The morning was in motion,
the cuckoo sang and the birds of Rhiannon
flew in to lend their voices to the refrain....

Debbie & Peter


21st

EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Stafford)

Exterior of St Chad's Church.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Meanwhile,


Bastille day. The French Revolution.
Heroism, cowardice, duty and treason.
Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities, Les Miserables.
Strange though it be, the resident garden creatures were
in the mood to revolt....

The Queen of the Faeries and the Queen of the woodlands
each desired to issue an edict which replaced
the current free movement with passports and visas.

Outmoded, unacceptable.

The Wizard's opinion was a copy of their's.

He strode hither and thither, deep in thought - considering -
what spell and which spell would be the bestest,
the most efficacious.

Pondering the next step to take,
one foot went into a hidden rabbit hole.

He fell upon his face,
squashed his nose
and muddied his clothes,
his person, his hair.

Bringing up the rear,
the embarrassment ruined his well/developed ego....

Debbie & Peter


20th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,


The garden had returned
to its usual routines, though the Ghosts
and the Spectres were on the qui vive.

Too many antipathetic ghosts,
whose behaviours were.... yuck?!

The Witch, the Wizard,
the Dragon and the Unicorn were
far from home, winging their way t'wards lands remote.

The Flower Faeries were packing their bags,
prior to flying to distant islands in the sun.

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies, too,
had decided to remain here, at home, 'cos
holidaying abroad meant a great deal of preparation.

The Weasel, the Stoat, the Mole, the Goblin,
the Gremlin were readying themselves for a walking holiday.

The Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat
were still planning a break across the hill
in a deserted, no man's land....

My sister had already set the backup
of almost everyone in the house....

My own holiday I shall bring forward -

if I can.

Buona fortuna!!

Debbie & Peter


19th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,


The ghosts of Corsican bandits
had vanished into thin air....leaving
the resident Ghosts and Spectres
to get their breath back,
breathe deep and breathe easy.

The Goblin and the Gnome moseyed round and about,
stopping to exchange pleasantries with fellows in arms
and those they held at arm's length.

The Witch had, once again,
annexed the wine cellar.

She had with her, the Flower Faeries, for
she wanted to learn their unique magick spells,
(those they'd divulge?!)

The Ogre had been unable to sleep
trundling semi-comatose from his dwelling place
to his daybed underneath the Oak.

The Mermaid was entertaining the Frog,
Toad and Water Rat, the conversation turning to
life in the wood versus life in the garden.

The sun beat down fiercely,
the heat climbed, climbed higher.
The garden water taps gushed cold water,
the sprinklers played.

The squeal of brakes in the stable yard heralded
the arrival of my sister in her Aston Martin,
and the prospect of a fortnight of family disagreements....

Cave canem!!

Debbie & Peter


18th

TALES FROM THE WOOD

The Unicorn had disappeared
for respite elsewhere on the globe.

The Dragon wasn't welcome,
so lumbering had he become.


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When he visited, the garden was full of Dragons,
with scarce room for the others....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had set in motion
their summer routine now, which included
waking us all très early by whatever means they chose.

The Cook, they had decided,
must be kept in good temper.
Otherwise they found themselves barred
from the larder, kitchen and pantry.

Their good behaviour fell short
of not raiding the larder or pantry.

Occasionally,
they even left the kitchen
untouched?!

Today, their preoccupation
was to nettle the garden residents
by use of their pea shooters
and the playing of loud music.

They succeeded....

The birds of Rhiannon flew in
later than is their wont and
took great pains to drown out
the Elves non-musical cacophony.

The crows, too, had settled in the Oak and,

the Owl was become exceedingly agitated.

Unable to rest, he emerged from his "home"
and swooped down to where the Elves,
Imps and Pixies stood.

Each one of these 'despots'
received a sharp peck on the nose....

Debbie & Peter


17th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,


A shoal of diminutive multi-coloured dragons,
zeroed in on the garden afore the sun had arisen.

They plummeted earthwards, to
crash land inelegantly upon the dewy lawn....

The Elves grouched.

The Pixies and Imps, scowled.

The Witch shook her broomstick violently,
and began pelting them with pebbles.

The itsy bitsy dragons charged around the garden,
jumped into the Witch's cauldron, were scalded,
hollered.

The Ogre kicked as many, as many as poss,
hurled Ogre-ish insults,
stormed back to his home.

The Goblin and the Goblin remained cool
and collected,
the Toad, the Weasel and the Stoat,
leapt down abandoned rabbit holes,
nestling a feared 'gainst the earthen walls,
shaken and shaking....

The dragons, having sussed
that no fun could be got here,
took off en masse, storming thisaway,
thataway, Then poof!!

Magick -

The sky was empty...

They were gone....

Debbie & Peter


16th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,


T'was a whispery, starlight backdrop
that met my bleary-eyed squint
through the bedroom window pane
to the magickal kingdom wherein
I dwelt.

No comprehensible language
or tongue was audible.

The complementary passages were,
earth, wind and fire....

Earth being dug and then moulded
into statuettes depicting nature's fauna
and flora and mythical creatures.

The wind blew a variety of nature's gifts
into modern art shapes and patterns upon the lawn.

Dawn broke upon the Elysian landscape
which we call home....

Debbie & Peter


15th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,
out in our magick studio garden . . . .


The Ogre was beaming from ear to ear.
He was off for a holiday in sunnier climes....

Where precisely that was,
no other resident could ascertain.

The Witch was to accompany him
for part of the journey.

At the base of the hill range,
a magickal mountain pony would take over....

The Ogre struggled to climb the steep, rocky hillside,
slithering and sliding and losing his footing.

Nearing the summit,
he was pleasantly surprised to find,
as he negotiated a pile of rocks, that,
a friend from his childhood
was resting behind it and munching
an energy restoring snack.

They conversed for some while
in their guttural tones, then
pursued their way upwards
to the summit and sleep....

Debbie & Peter


14th

"TIME TRAVEL"

"
A Cantile For Leibowitz"

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Meanwhile,


The Elves had purloined a can of fly spray,
with which they were playing silly bs....

Spraying first, each other and then,
for good measure,
any other resident of our enchanted garden
who passed by too close....

When the fly spray can was empty,
the Elves rushed round to the kitchen,
hammered on the door, til
the Cook let them in.

Her angry voice resounded
like the thunder of drums.

Surely, even the Elves would scarper
as soon as they could?!

They stayed.

The Unicorn was brushed, 
groomed and presently,
the Flower Faeries
were dusting its body
with satin grey sparkles.

As a variation upon the usual choice
of colours for mane and tail,
the Witch had conjured a tiny spell,
which meant that,
with each change of the Unicorn's mood,
the indigo violet dye would fade
into Lamp Black....

The Witch was most satisfied,
and the Unicorn, too,
ceased to graze. Instead,
standing in the garden pond,
admiring his beauty....

The Ghosts and Spectres,
the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves,
the Goblin and Gremlin played
a game of Hide, Seek and Hunt, as
the sun crept over the window sills .

The clean as crystal windows
were open to the mellow summer air....

Debbie & Peter


13th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Meanwhile,
The Flower Faeries had issued
a host of invitations,

to those Faeries considered to be
worthy of such an honour.



The Witch had been roped in
to supervise the food,
devise a suitable menu
and buy the ingredients.

The Ogre, t'was expected,
would conclude that
a substantial portion of the food
would be his.... without asking.

The Goblin and the Gremlin
had asked of the Flower Faeries
to prepare a picnic repast
of tip top quality.

They had packed their rucksacks
with the items required to
keep them dry, warm and energy-full
for as long as it took to hike across the hills,
the dust dry plain beyond,
to the desert of Mythalasia.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies,
the Dragon and Unicorn
were to travel back in time to the Dark Age.

They had known those times, for sure,
in a very different guise.

Fantasy creatures, certainly,
nevertheless,
more beginning of time,
more reptilian than of now.

They pre-dated the Ghosts, the Spectres,
the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves.

However.

The Wizard, the Witch,
the Queen of Faerie Land
and the Queen of the wood,
were older than old.

Stretching back to an era afore time was born....

Debbie & Peter

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Meanwhile,
outside th studio,
in the magick garden . . . . .


The rain pelted down
upon an already saturated lawn.

The grey clouds skudded across stormy skies.

A wild wind blew, there was thunder on the right.

Sheet lightning flared, illuminating the landscape.

Each and every garden shelter
was chockablock with occupants,
shaking and shivering with cold and anxiety.

There were the exceptions....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
were inclined to perform war dances.

Shout, yell and shriek as they tore through the garden.

Nevertheless....

They were not captivated
by the prospect of being struck down
with an illness, which might impede
their ability to play mischief,
despoil and vandalize.

The Witch had demanded
entry into the house.

T'was admitted.

She was presently endeavouring
to position her mini cauldron
over the lighted fire in the Library fireplace.

The Goblin and the Gremlin
had stormed the greenhouse,
had locked the door.

The Toad, Stoat and Water Rat
were hell bent upon gate crashing
the kitchen, the pantry.

Even the wine cellar?!

The house was warm, the attic quiet.

Going down the stairs,
I encountered the Fly, the Mouse,
the Spider, a glow worm and a
myriad of scurrying, unwelcome, ants.

With fortitude, I ignored them,
pursuing my way to the bottom
of the stairway and in to breakfast.

Debbie & Peter


11th

"NEW SPECIALSED PROJECT"

Drawings to be created in these personal collector's hardbacks.

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Meanwhile,
outside th studio,
in the magick garden . . . . .


A grass snake slithered through the grass
at the rate of knots.

In its wake came a squirrel,
chattering dementedly....

From the Oak, the Owl eyed the scene
with a keenness tinged with fatigue
and the Flower Faeries darted
and weaved overhead,
oh so curious they were....

The grass snake outsmarted the squirrel,
the chitter chatter ceased.
The garden was shush....

 At this point,
the Imps and the Pixies came on board,
hopping and skipping,
hollering, too.

The racket was dire?!

From the kitchen,
the Cook issued forth,
armed with her rolling pin,
and a jug of hot water.

She waddled quick as you please,
t'wards the offending creatures,
and showered the lot
with the hot, (not scalding), water.

The racket increased,
as the Cook exited the garden.

Such was the anxiety felt
by the other garden creatures, that,
when the Witch and the Wizard
magicked out of nowhere,
they cast such a spell that
turned the Imps and Pixies
to corn flowers and daisies....

Debbie & Peter


10th

"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

New painting (detail) for upcoming faerytale book.

Progressing - bit, by, bit !

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Meanwhile . . . . .


A gentle breeze whispered
through the half opened window,
carrying with it particles of garden debris,
miniature featherlings,
and a tree leaf or two.

Golden sunbeams illuminated
the clouds of dust particles,
which settled upon floor,
furniture
and rugs.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
were playing Elfin bagpipes,
the  jarring dissonance
was beyond the acceptable.

The Goblin and the Gremlin betook themselves
to the wood, through it to the fields.

The Mole, the Weasel and Stoat
climbed through the garden gate
and along the country road to the village.

Posthaste, the Frog, the Toad and the Water Rat
took the path to the wood pond
and dived down real deep....

The Cook, sympathetic,
stuffed her ears with cotton wool, 
the Witch fetched her ear muffs.

The Ghosts, the Spectres,
the ghostly Wolves and Werewolves
howled soundlessly,
crying into the mounting wind.

The Owl, the birds of Rhiannon
and, paradoxically, the Crows,
perched as high as possible,
at the tip top of the Oak.

The cacophony continued,
continued, continued 'til
the heavens opened and the rain fell
in sheets and the lightening flashed
seeming with
evil intent....

Debbie & Peter


9th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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


Long time away forced me to return to .... KULT!

In the midst of my master's research, I came across Arcane magazine (# 4), from March 1996 (e-mail me if you want a screenshot) which featured an article about the KULT card game, both out of print for decades.

It is rated 7 (the maximum note is 10) by the magazine. This CCG is characterized by its most attractive words: "Gruesome", "macabre artwork", "skulls", "tarot", "death" and many others, whose obscurity repels the weak and attracts the most curious.

Featured are the playing card box with Peter Andrew Jones' legendary DEATH ANGEL, and in a small pile of cards, the top one also passed through his hands.

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It's not Nescafe, but "one thing leads to another": surely KULT fans would love this game, and the card lovers would go deeper if they knew what the RPG could offer them.

Make your hole in the membrane that the gods have enveloped us in and read the matter in its entirety. Then tear it a little harder and open your mind to something never imagined.

And give yourself up to the sublime by having contact with the art of Peter Andrew Jones in its entirety.


8th

"THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE - stage 3"

First pass, blocking-in.

Oil paint only.

Initial thumbnail
characterisation sketch of main character shown also.

More walks around the magick studio garden needed . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

And, we couldn't help but notice,
the Dragon was suffering
from a snuffling cold and sore throat.

Impossible to blow smoke, let alone breathe fire....


The doctor who attended these mythical creatures
was presently present in this dewy, chilly garden, 
applying soothing medicinal cream.
And . . .
endeavouring to feed him
a nasty tasting medicine.

The Witch stood beside the doctor
watching closely his methods of working.

For the doctor t'was become increasingly difficult to
cover the vast area for which he was responsible.

Help and assistance would never come amiss!

The Flower Faeries did their bit -
mainly back up. However,
their skills were more the making of fruit teas,
coffees and scrummy food for unwell creatures.

The Ogre was grouchy this morning,
having slept ill and now. discovered that,
the centre of attention t'was the Dragon,
not himself....

The Unicorn, too, was not his usual self.

His front right fetlock had been injured
during his last-night's visit to debris-strewn Space.

He resented the prospect of having to rest,
to remain as still and quiet as he was able.

The Elves were their usual, self-seeking selves,
the Imps and Pixies a trifle more sensitive to others!

The Goblin and Gremlin were gone to market,
the Mole, the Weasel and Stoat
were visiting friends.

As the day progressed,
the Witch impulsively invited all and sundry
to partake of the lavish tea that she had prepared
for friends and family. Thus . . .
the residents of the garden wended their way home in luxuriant mood...

Debbie & Peter


7th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,
The Wizard swept into the garden,
aboard his moth eaten Magick carpet.



As he came into land,
he put his foot through a hole and,
with a crack his ankle snapped
and was broke.

Oh, blast, damn and blast!

He swore blue murder and screeched,
collapsed in a heap
yelling for the Witch to come to his aid
immediately....

The Witch responded at a run,
bathed his ankle, bound it, and
called the Elfin doctor to visit,
pronto....

The doctor was engaged with a patient.

His arrival was delayed.

The Wizard tore his hair,
ranted and raved,
caused the other residents of the garden
to plug their ears and
shove off quick....

At that, the Witch cuffed his ears,
both ears smartly,
bringing a soothing tranquility
once more to the garden....

Wow!!

Debbie & Peter


6th

UNIQUE BOOK

Special one-off book for private collector.

So, busy, busy, busy
in the studio, this weekend.

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Meanwhile,
The Cats were asleep
under the open breakfast room window.

In the shade?



Then I saw it. A mouse hole.

T'would be brand new,
Oh, Lordy, Lordy....

The front door banged,
and scores of footsteps shuffled
across the carpets in the hallway.

Silence.

From  under the door
the Spider punched the clock,
the Fly droned his irksome music,
a bumble bee, the chorus.

The rhythm liked I not.

With reluctance I pushed the chair back,
left the work assigned by my agent,
went downstairs to the Library.....

Debbie & Peter

5th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,

The nonpareil Elf was a warrior,
an explorer, a painter, a mountain climber
and an author of Fantasy galaxy, note....

His age was indeterminate,
his health and stamina exceptional.

And his physical strength?

I had watched him lift awe inspiring weights and
throw boulders at least 2 times his size, believe me!

The garden Elves could blow peas long distances
from their pea shoots, fire rifles and pistols and
fence with Elfen swords.

The Stoat, Weasel and Mole,
the Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat
preferred cricket bats, Hockey sticks
and Lacrosse sticks, too?!

The Ghosts and ghostly Wolves and Werewolves
made do with a scare or a fright.

The Flower Faeries were loving and giving
and the Ogre cornered the market
in grouchiness and bad temper.

The Unicorn chose to fly away from discord
and the the Dragon breathed fire and blew clouds
of grey smoke in the eyes of his foes.

The Wizard and the Witch
cast spells to metamorphose
those who upset or distressed them
from creature to a sculpture of brick,
marble or stone.

My inclination was to imitate the Cook and
soak the culprit in dirty water....

Debbie & Peter

4th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile,
The Unicorn was chatting
with a visiting grasshopper . . . . .


The tongue they spoke dated from
dem days of yore, of such a squint
to see over the horizon
long, long, long, long time ago.

The Dragon flew over,
skimming the tree tops.
A late-to-go home bat
dipped in and out of the grass.

The Elves sat close to an Ogre-constructed fire,
stretching hands and feet to the blaze and
sliding closer and closer.

The Ogre, himself,
was traipsing through the fields,
head bowed, hair unkempt,
arms held rigid by his sides.

As he swung along,
his rigidity modulated.

His head lifted, his whole face smiled,
as he drank in the country landscape
and breathed the fresh country air.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
had naught to do - again?! So,
they played cards, shook tambourines
and plink plonked on their venerable,
portable clavichord....

Debbie & Peter

3rd

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
out in the magick studio garden
a different game is being played . . . . .

The Elfin Champion of Hand to Hand Combat,
Fencing and Dueling, Archery and Boxing,
had been extended an invitation
to demonstrate his prowess and
oversee a Workshop for Elfs
aged between 9 and 12 Elfin years.

The Workshop was 'a buzz with activity when,
the Ogre stuck his nose in
where there it was not wanted.

He most certainly caused an exodus
of youthful participants,
the Elfin Champion the "cameraman,"
the co-ordinating officer and -
on and on and on.....

The Witch had been given
a more powerful Magick broom.

It's opening number was to be,
"sweep the cobwebs from
the Ogre's minimalist brain,
and charge it with common sense."

The spell required
a second casting and a third.

Upon the fourth time of casting,
the Ogre's brain cleared and he strode,
actually strode, to his home in the wood....

Debbie & Peter

2nd

"RETURN TO THE STUDIO"

It's oh so nice to go trav'ling
But it's so much nicer,
yes it's so much nicer,
to come home . . . .


(especially to countryside like this).

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Meanwhile . . .
now we're back at the studio
I see, nothing much has changed . . . .

The Ogre had scratched his hands
on a thorn bush and demanded that
the Witch disinfect the wounds,
stick plasters over them and
provide him with gloves.
The Witch did assist him.

However.
The gloves, she said,
were for him to provide.
She was neither his personal nurse,
nor his personal servant....
 
When his hands felt better,
the Ogre stomped off to his
private breakfast parlour
beneath the Oak tree.

Presently, the Wizard breezed into the garden,
aboard a curiously designed flying machine
which resembled a cross between a classic motorcar,
an engine, a motorbike and a WW1 BE2 aircraft....

He landed beside the grazing Unicorn,
who, taken unawares, shied, and,
traversing the garden at a gallop,
soared over the garden gate and into the sky.

The Flower Faeries,
having assembled the materials
with which to beautify him,
were left wondering whether he'd return this day.

The Cook had invited the Elves,
Imps and Pixies to breakfast in the kitchen.
T'was an especial treat to celebrate
the ancient Elf Elder's 1000th birthday.

The mice came, too, as did the Spider,
the Weasel, the Sloth and the Stoat.
The Witch had declined to attend.
The Elves would have been altogether
too much of a good thing,
after the Ogre's rudeness....

Midway through the morning,
the hint of hoof beats was sensed
by these magickal Fantasy creatures.

Presently, the Queen of Faerie Land 
became visible riding bare back
upon a winged Palomino steed and,
t'was of necessity expected that
every garden resident assemble
on the lawn to line the path
the Queen would walk along
and show their respect....

Debbie & Peter

1st

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" - Birmingham
(+ history lesson )

Farewell Brum.

Time to pack-up the sketchbook and rucksack.

'till next trip.

:)

and . . . . a history lesson for those who may be interested >

'Birmingham is named after the Ingas of Birm'

Historians say an Anglo-Saxon tribe called the Beormingas (meaning ‘Beorma’s people') settled in the area in the 6th or early 7th century.

Beorma was a Saxon leader, inga is a Saxon word for "a group of people" and ham means village so Birmingham thus translates as "home of the people of Beorma."

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio . . . .

The garden was, momentarily, a stopping place
for an archetypical kestrel passing through.

The Crow escaped to the garden next door, lest
the kestrel be hungry and chance upon him
to form a part of its menu.

The Flower Faeries, it ignored,
the Elves it could deal with,
the Imps and the Pixies were beyond its ken.

Whilst the kestrel cleansed itself,
had a sleep and a drink, the residents of the garden
agreed to form a defence force, armour plating (?)

A barrier against the prospect
of becoming a delectable feast.

It t'was substantiated when,
the kestrel woke hungry.
Scanning the immediate environs
with his 20/20 vision,
he picked out the meal of his choice -
the Weasel, and the Stoat.

The barrier held and the kestrel had perforce
to do else and vamoose....

Debbie & Peter




June
30th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

Exterior of St Martins Church,
Final shot -
at The Bull Ring
(around the back, up from the market - Upper Mall West).

Open to visitors:
Monday to Saturday from 10:00 to 16:30,
Sunday from 09:00 to 19:00.

Love the colours and textures

:)

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Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio . . . .

To the Stoat, the Weasel
and the aristocratic Mole,
the random equation was this:

Elves, two Imps and two Pixies
equalled OK ness in the garden.

If the numbers increased,
trouble ensued and the garden became
a battleground of
Elves against almost everyone.

The Witch, they looked upon
as a sort of god mother,
the Ogre an oversized pain in the rear.

The Flower Faeries were simpatici. However....
the rest of the crew were fundamentally
forgettable and she, the Cook,
was not too familiar with the threesome,
the Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat.

T'was no hardship to be friendly
until they committed a sin.

Debbie & Peter

29th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

Exterior of St Martins Church,
Upper Mall West, at The Bull Ring
(around the back, further up from the market).

Open to visitors:
Monday to Saturday from 10:00 to 16:30,
Sunday from 09:00 to 19:00.

Just as spooky!

:)

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Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio . . . .
A Red Kite was circling
high above the house.

The sight was atypical, "something else...."

Ignoring the interloper,
the birds of Rhiannon had settled
every which way,
hijacked the garden....

The Owl had been permitted
a smidgeon of space on the branch
beside his hole in the tree home.

There t'was a snowball's chance in hell
for the murder of crows....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were smote
by envy at what they considered,
the expropriation of "their" territorial possession?!

The envy they felt fired the starting pistol
to fast track determination to
create merry havoc in the house,
the garden, and the stable/garage.

Descending first upon the stables
with garage attached,
they wreaked the destruction
that only they could dream up.

The Witch was stumped,
the Wizard crumpled and the Flower Faeries
hit a trail o'er field, river and faraway hills.

The Cook shook her fists,
swore blue murder and threw hot water
and soap suds
at the arrogant Elves....

Debbie & Peter

29th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

Exterior of St Martins Church, at The Bull Ring
(around the back, up from the market).

Open to visitors:
Monday to Saturday from 10:00 to 16:30,
Sunday from 09:00 to 19:00.

Spooky!

:)

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Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio . . . .

The veil had lifted
upon the garden train station,
the muddy earth road leading nowhere,
and the helicopter pad.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies,
carrying their cabin baggage on their heads,
had formed a queue(?) at Customs
to retrieve their luggage.

T'was imperative that the helicopter pilots be wary.

The Unicorn breezed in
at non-negotiable times and
the magickal Dragon had no need
to wear a watch....

The Helicopter took off safely,
the Unicorn docked precisely and
the Dragon, too,
his grandiose wing span painting
platinum toned silhouettes
upon the grass
with a backdrop of platinum
and electric marble blue shadow....

Debbie & Peter

28th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

HMS DAY-OFF!

:)

And . . . still continuing a research trip around the canals.

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Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio,
"issues" unfold, as usual . . . .

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
were jealous of the attention
the Unicorn luxuriated in.

They toiled and strove
to wheedle themselves,
by hook, line and sinker, 
into a copycat situation....

The Witch's temper was simmering,
beginning to boil.
Her Witch's hat was askew,
her false teeth rattling.

The Wizard positioned himself
out of harm's way, behind a topiary bush
sculpted into the shape of a ship.

He kept mum, on tender hooks,
lest the Witch bite his head off...?

The Faeries of the Woodland sallied forth
to the fields, where they met with their brethren,
the Faeries of Agriculture.

Together they spread magick poison
to kill off the rapeseed, a plant which was
surplus to requirements - pestilential.

The field mice, the snails, the slugs,
ants, beetles, the insects.
The birds and the bees, the grasshoppers,
dragonflies, were warned to stay clear 'til,
the poison was drank.
Of no further danger.

The Faeries of the hills were wary spectators,
watching through Faerie binoculars
the unfolding of the drama,
their expectations tending
t'wards a negative ending.

The Cook marched out of the kitchen door,
closed it firmly and
glared at the protagonists.

She stamped her clogged feet,
waved her rolling pin and,
issued a warning at the top of her voice.

The Imps and the Pixies hunkered down,
heads upon knees, arms over their ears.

The Elves ignored her and madly danced
the dance of an Elfin pea shooter .

Thunderous footsteps....
A ginormous foot, humongous legs.

The body and arms, neck and head
were too far above eye level to ascertain
that aspect of the being.

The skies erased. The plunge into darkness,
heralded a stampede for whichever
of the garden exits was closest.

The Giant's next step took him through
one field and the next.

Sooner than soon, he was at John o' Groats....

Debbie & Peter

27th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

Continuing the research trip around the canals.

History everywhere, viewed from the narrow boat.

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Meanwhile . . .
back at the studio,
the usual kerfuffle ensues . . . . .

The Imps had unlocked the stable/garage doors
and were busy, busy, busy breaking into my car.

In the stables adjacent,
my usually even-tempered "ride,"
sleep disturbed, chaffed the cobbled floor
agitatedly and whinnied.

The Goblin and the Gremlin,
still abed in an empty feeding box,
turned over, covered their ears and
endeavoured to ignore the break in.

A Faerie visitor from the hills
flew past the stable door.
Built like Faerie weightlifter,
she was dressed in
mountaineering costume.

Her hair was close-cropped,
her face and neck tanned,
her hands rough,
her nails were broken and
her eyes perpetually 'asquint.

When the Flower Faeries flew in
with the Weasel and Stoat,
they heard the commotion
in the stable yard and curious,
took a detour to find out whyever?

The Witch bagged her garden "workspace,"
and lighted a fire.

But....

Before commencing the casting
 of the spells requested for today,
she, too, stomped into the stable yard,
promptly summed up the situation and,
peremptorily took charge.

When the Pixies and Elves
had achieved their objective,
they found a horse, (and others),
prepared to learn them a lesson.

With the aid of the Witch,
the Ghosts, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines,
my equine friend succeeded in arresting
the pig headedness of these irksome persons.

As the Cuckoo clock in the hall
struck the hour of breakfast, they
crept  back to the garden, red faced,
sore in spirit, embarrassed....

Debbie & Peter

26th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP" (Birmingham)

Always fancied illustrating a book about the UK's industrial past.

Took a research trip around the canals.

Fascinating history lesson via voice-over on the narrow boat.


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Meanwhile . . .
While I am away
back at the magick studio garden . . .


Over the course of yesterday,
the work schedule I set myself
began to drag.

The rain held off,
the wind had soft-peddled, and
the spells cast yesterday
by the Wizard and the Witch,
had infused the house,
garden and wood in a magickal mood.

The Cook was in the kitchen early this morning,
jam to be made, marmalade and loaves of bread.

We'd been impelled to find a suitable hiding place
to place these items elseways, the Elves,
Imps and Pixies would devour the whole shebang.... And -
leave the kitchen, scullery and parlour in a "must clean," state?!

The Head Gardener and his assistants
were returned to the garden to restore it to rights
and assess what they needs must.

A trifle later, the Dragon and the Unicorn arrived
and the Flower Faeries began the daily task
of washing down the Unicorn, combing,
brushing and tinting his hair, and
threading his mane and tail
and threading precious jewels
through mane and tail.

When all was complete,
the Flower Faeries were startled to find that,
an unknown Faerie was perched
on a rock near the pond.

Greeting her shyly,
they learned that her name was Lynwen, and,
she came from Bala Lake, Wales,
residing in the wild grasses
which grew far enough away
to obviate flooding.

She was cherry nosed,
all sparkle and freckles,
and full of happy smiles -
the Flower Faeries were hopeful
of persuading her to stay....

Debbie & Peter

25th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

The Weasel and Stoat and
the "The Third Man," the Mole,
were hanging about awaiting the Mermaid.

She had travelled to the hills to visit a lake,
wherein lived a cousin. Fathoms deep....
She swathed herself profusely with warm,
waterproof cream for fresh water Mermaids.

The Stoat began fidgeting,
the Weasel began yawning
and the Mole buried his nose in the grass,
closed his eyes and slept.

The Elves, the Imps and the Pixies
decided to take advantage of the empty wood pond.

They collected pocketfuls of pebbles and sticks,
and chanting, "Ready, Steady, Go,"
commenced a game of "Skimming pebbles
through water."

The Flower Faeries fed and groomed the Unicorn early,
before taking turns to experiment
with Steam Punk make up and hair styles.

The Witch, interested, opened her spell book,
and set about researching a potion to add
to the potion already percolating in her cauldron.
And its fragrance was of coconut,
sweet smelling spice and
fine spun jasmine.

The birds of Rhiannon sang,
the Owl, lulled to sleep and
the Ogre ate his breakfast
in reposeful calm....

Debbie & Peter

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

The adventurous Dragon was once more
on his way to,
planets as yet unknown,
stars scarcely visible.

The Unicorn had teamed up with him,
flying into a canter, a gallop, wings spread wide,
polished hooves emitting sparks.

He was forced to slow his pace
to keep the dragon company.

T'was slow progress at times
for an energetic creature such as he....

They rested on Venus, they feasted on Mars,
assuming a steadier pace as they reached
debris laden, spacecraft-cluttered,
waveless, windless Space.

The garden residents, meanwhile,
had sustained a shock to their systems,
with an invasion of a multitudinous throng of seagulls?!

Far distant from from the sea,
though close to a river, a seagulls were strangers
to the countryside hereabout.

The birds of Rhiannon were the next visitors to appear.

The possibility of obtaining a free branch was unachievable.

The Witch came, spells cast, was free to intervene and, 
with a complicated ports de bras, a flick of her wrist,
magicked the garden empty of all but the birds of Rhiannon
and garden residents and  me....

Debbie & Peter

23rd

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

Our resident Dragon was entertaining his extended family,
whose ages traversed the whole spectrum of the epochs,
from five hundred years ago to the present day.

The elders took life easy, the youngsters indefatigable.
The garden was packed to the gills, like sardines.

The residuum of the garden residents had been asked
to find somewhere else to potter, to socialise, or not....

As the case may be.

The Witch had rejected this invitation.
Too many potions to prepare for the spells
t'was obligatory to cast today.

The Ogre had tried to follow his daily routine,
to no avail.

Nix, no dice, no go,

a firmissimo veto.

The Flower Faeries, the Owl, the Crow and the Weasel
were sitting upon a branch of the venerable Oak.

The Stoat and the Mole were at the pond in the wood,
gossiping with the fresh water Mermaid, the Frog,
the Toad and the Water Rat.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were streaking
through the countryside, their version of taking part in
a Fantasy Land F1 Grand Prix.

The birds of Rhiannon settled at the tip top of the Oak,
singing the famous chorus in Verdi's opera, "Nabucco."

The house staff, the kitchen staff, the garden staff and the cleaners
had laid aside their utensils and listened enthralled,
as did the Dragons, and everybody else.

Debbie & Peter

22nd

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

A magickal scenario,
such as Shakespeare's "A Midsummer's Dream,"
was acted out in realtá this shadowy,
moonlit morn.

In a starry woodland copse,
where no sunbeams were permitted,
dwelled a Dragon without spirit,
forwardlookingness, or hope.

He was prostrated on the boggy earth
on an early, wet, summer's day,
waiting for inspiration, the dragon form,
you understand?

A transparent rustle, a translucent swish,
a (slight) disturbance in the tree and,
the Dragon felt a Faerie hand pinch his nostrils,
and then a cast a spell sensation of
being surrounded by a treasure trove
of good fortune without end....

With a thump of his tail and
a Dragon smile on his face,
he lifted his armour-plated head and,
beheld a golden-haired, regal lady,
clothed in the ancient garb of Egypt.

The Faerie stood, arms wide, fingers extended.
Her spell was permeating the air the sky,
and Mother Earth.

The meaning of this benefice remained obscure
for many days until the Dragon recommenced adventuring
around those Universes, both material and immaterial....

Debbie & Peter

21st

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

The silhouette of a Faerie emerged,
from the impasto designed bark
of a woodland Oak.

As she fluttered her wings
and straightened her gown,
the captivating figure of a Faerie Land aristocrat
unfolded, came to life  - magick!!

The Faerie was apparelled
in an ankle-length robe, of
slithers of bark, new leaves
and mid-summer sunbeams.

Her nose was Roman,
her lips thin and unsmiling,
her expression was one
of imperious punctiliousness.

The Flower Faeries smiled sweetly
and perched dutifully near,
the Elves, Imps and Pixies sidled close,
bowed and went into the house.

The Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat
fetched the Wizard and the Witch
to talk platitudes, drop compliments and
distract the aristocratic Faerie from
careful note-taking observations.

The Ghosts and ghostly Wolves and Wolverines
glided round and about,
waiting for the Ogre to spoil the scenario
and rewrite the plot.

The Queen of Faerie Land and
the Queen of the Woodlands,
messaged by telepathy,
arrived with scarcely a wait and,
greeting her warmly,
drew her away and hustled her away
to an empty castle in the lands beyond infinity....

Debbie & Peter

20th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

The Elves, Imps and Pixies seemed,
momentarily, to be living a charmed life,
a life of fortune and plenty.

The Goblin and the Gremlin
sat down on the lawn to partake
of a frugal breakfast picnic.

They were puzzled by how this could be possible,
the Elves were exemplary spend thrifts.

They visited the Witch to ask for a reason,
the reason which formed the foundation
of the question.

She was unsure, but argued that the Elves,
Imps and Pixies had a secret treasure trove
which they safeguarded rigorously.

Only they and the Ghosts were privy to this hideaway.

No whisper, no private conversation was heard to the contrary.

The Unicorn came and went,
the Dragon slept and the Ogre had not observed
hordes of gold pieces and coins when he
tripped over the artificial cave in the garden.

The Flower Faeries perched upon it,
Royalty treated it as a throne and,

the Owl occasionally slept on the roof,
should the birds of Rhiannon not be singing atop it....

Debbie & Peter

19th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .
The Elves were playing football,
the Imps were playing bowls.

The Flower Faeries were brushing
and grooming a disinterested Unicorn.

In the distance could be seen
the Pixies "doing" gym.

The Dragon was conversing with the Wizard
and the Witch, who had concocted a brew.

From the cauldron rose the perfume
of mimosa and roses, geranium and hyacinth
and sandalwood too.

The which drifted and wafted
through garden, through the house,
lifting the spirits of all those already 
busy and those still asleep.

The mice in the attic sniff snuffled about.

If listened intently, (being awake),
I could hear the flurry and scurrying
of these unwanted guests.

The dogs were, without doubt,
below stairs, in the warm kitchen.

The cats were most probably in the Library, lying before the unlighted fire.

I'd been shocked awake by the commotion of Imps charging up the stairway.

Unable to rest, I had bathed and dressed,
and now ready to meet the inevitable
rigours of the day....

Debbie & Peter

18th

SIMULACRA (The Card Game)

Update!

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

In the silence of early morning,
a Faerie settled 'neath the Oak.
A beauty beyond telling,
a contemporary Helen of Troy....

As the dawn broke,
the garden creatures awoke,
stretched and blinked,

"Good morrow t'ye all?!"

And the Faerie sat 'awatching,

sizing up Act 1, Scene 1.

When her presence was finally noticed,
the creatures gasped and stopped
mid-sentence in their daily routines.

The stranger Faerie smiled,
her magnetic eyes half-closed.

And if one looked beyond
and beneath that smile?

The answer, dear friends,
you'll have tomorrow....

Debbie & Peter

17th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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

Alan Dean Foster.

American writer of fantasy and science fiction. His name does not sound so familiar in the genre of Science Fiction novels, and is best known for his screenplays. Born on November 18, 1946, he graduated in political science and an MFA from the University of California and currently resides in Prescott, Arizona, with his wife.

One of his best-known fantasy works is the Spellsinger series, in which a young musician is summoned to a world populated by talking creatures, where his music allows him to do real magic, whose effects depend on the lyrics of the songs he performs (whose results are unpredictable). He was also the ghostwriter for the original novelization of Star Wars, which had been credited only to George Lucas. Foster was later announced as the author of the novelization of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, plus others from the Star Wars franchise.

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He was awarded the Grand Master award from the International Association of Media Tie-In in 2008.

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Many of Foster's works have a strong ecological element to them, often with an environmental touch. Their villains witness defeat because of their lack of respect for other exotic species or for seemingly innocuous parts of their surroundings. This can be seen in such works as Midworld, a story about a planet that is essentially a large rain forest. In these and other books, Foster usually devotes a large part of his story to descriptions of alien environments, of strange worlds, and the coexistence of their flora and fauna. The  cover art and back cover (depending on the particular edition) which were created by Peter Andrew Jones references these very aspects.

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Mr Jones, creator of hundreds of book cover art paintings for science fiction and fantasy and role play games books, was certainly the best choice for Midworld. His technique of uniting ecology with futurism (neoecology?) can be seen in the recurrent fauna of hybrid animals attached to the flora - more similar to what we still have on Earth - both found in books by other great writers such as Charles G. Finney , Fredric Brown, Larry Niven, and which I hope to review in future posts.


In Midworld, Peter Andrew Jones also innovates by not using the well-known reptilian beings present in many books by Larry Niven or Steve Jackson, but a baboon lion next to a hunter, in the middle of a very "green" environment. The landscape while providing the comfort of nature also serves to highlight the combatants who face a, classic, monster with tentacles. It marvelously combines both action and harmony. Other creations of these interesting hybrids can also be seen in stories by Pierre Boulle and Brian Davis - just to name a few to review.


Therefore, creative science fiction goes far beyond spaceships and laser weapons. And that Mr Jones gets a lot, and always has!


17th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Finally, the sun is upon the studio!

The Stretton Hills.

In all their glory.

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick studio garden . . .

The answer to the question of the  Elves,
Pixies and Imps is still blowing in the gusting wind
ripping through the garden.

The Flower Faeries clung fiercely
to a trusty rock or stone.

The damp and chill crept inexorably
through their diminutive frames.

The Ogre felt hard done by.

He'd been flooded out of house and home, and worse,
his sacred breakfast parlour beneath the aged Oak.

The Elves and Pixies were in the mood for tricks,
(no treats).

High jinks and their own idea of fun,
of playing games.

They'd been unable to decide upon
the course most agreeable to all....

The Stoat, the Weasel and the Mole,
between them, turned on the water to powerful.

One and all, they held the hose,
directed it at the "little people."

These artful nuisances found, themselves swept away,
finally coming to rest at the wooden garden fence....

Debbie & Peter

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Meanwhile . . .

The Flower Faeries were ecstatic,
for an appointment had been made with,
the tip top Faerie designer of stylish wardrobes.

The Witch and the Wizard were perfecting
the architecture of a brand new fashion house
to be built by the premier Elfin construction company....

The Unicorn, this morning, was to receive
the usual grooming,
and
dusted in bronze glitter with turquoise-studded
mane and tail.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole
had washed their faces and combed their fur,
the Toad, the Frog and Water Rat
were swimming, hell for leather, round the pond.

A Hedgehog had joined the company,
a slow-moving, calm-tempered soul.
A most welcome addition to the residents and the garden.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were strumming
their mandolins and guitars.
Their sense of rhythm and of volume
continued along the road of - disastrous....

The Ogre had just surfaced,
temper comme çi, comme ça.
Arriverderci tranquilità should anything occur
to upset the apple cart....

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Meanwhile . . .

It has come to our ears by bush telegraph that,
the imperious Faerie, from touchdown,
had created holy hell.

'Streuth....

Cane in hand, she rampaged, hither and yon,
flicking viciously any plant, flower,
creature which impeded her progress....

Her expression supercilious, lips curled,
forehead creased, nostrils flared, hair tangled.
The sight boded ill.T'was nastiness personified.

The few hardy creatures which dwelled in the lands,
burrowed deep underground, issuing forth only
when the Faerie was elsewhere occupied.

The Faerie declared herself Empress of these lands.

Castles were built and verdant common land
was fenced to create vast estates , privately owned.

The Empress felt desirous of possessing a collection
of jewelery designed for a personal collection,
to include tiaras and belts, rings and necklaces,
chokers and ear rings, broaches, so on and so forth.

The designers were top of the tree skilled.

The work would take days and weeks,
months to deliver. So -
to keep herself from thinking,
fretting and worrying, the Empress Faerie
ordered wardrobes of clothes.

Last, but not least, she employed staff:
Housekeepers, Cooks, Maids in Waiting, gardeners,
Men at Arms, Bodyguards, Butlers and housemaids,
cleaners, serving staff , a Private Secretary -
ooh la la....
the list covered reams and reams of papyrus!!

Over the course of that notable Faerie Land year,
the Lands were attacked by pirates, robbers and wreckers.
The Empress's armies fought and won the early battles.

However -
battle by battle the pirates learned their winning tactics
and, adopted wily, underhand tactics of their own.

The grand finale must arrive at some point, meanwhile,
Faerie Empress,

Beware.....

Debbie & Peter

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Meanwhile . . .

With the vanquishing of Celestri the garden rested
in serene equanimity, celestial beatitude....

The creatures of the night crept silently to and fro,
anxious to obviate disturbing their friends.

In the wood, the covens of Witches forgathered.
 A fanfare of bugles heralded the arrival of,
the Faeries of the wood and their
Tsarina - Queen?!

The Unicorn, creature of myth, creature of legend,
galloping flash lighteningly 'cross the glittering skies.

The Dragon flew with him when realisable.
Their portraits were translucent paintings
imprinted indelibly, rainbow-tinted silent movies in 4-d ....

The Queens of the Cloud Lands,
each cloud formation represented,
drove chariots drawn by magickal elementals
through Universes ad infinitum....

Through worlds without end they journeyed,

through adventures,

through play,

through endeavour,

through sweat, toil, travail....

Debbie & Peter

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Meanwhile . . .


Even the Witch and the Wizard, too,
had been taken in by the indubitably, unfaerie Faerie....

She had not stopped there for,
though transformed by the Witch,
by magick into pebble-like construct,
she would astound the garden residents
by the powers she possessed.

In the still of the night, sotto voce,
unnoticed, the Faerie, Celestri,
was transformed once more
into her imperious self.

Her anger and desire for vengeance
were uncontainable.
She knew of no spells to cast upon
these odious garden creatures
that could succeed in soothing her wounded pride.

When daybreak broke, she quit the garden,
voyaging far away to an island where she'd be alone,
uninterrupted to research
the contemporary spells in
her up-to-date spell book....

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Meanwhile . . .

By sundown the veil of concealment had fallen and,
the news of the day had spread like wildfire.

The saturnine faced engine had, seemingly,
lost his mechanical reason and,
instead of coming into land,
for onward progression by rail,
had continued to pelt through the air
without stopping. Thus,
no passenger could alight
and none could board.

At the end of the day the Station Master
buried in bad tempered words....

The Witch could do aught,
the Wizard was attending the Congress of Wizards,
taking place on the Isle of Annwn.

The Flower Faeries were miniature spitfires, however,
they were tiny and not possessed of the means to act.

Result:

the Dragon mustered his extended family
and hatched a plan for immediate use.
They formed themselves into an attack formation,
and launched themselves into the windy ether.

Traveling like greased lightening,
they caught up with the train, surrounded it,
halted it and grasped the carriages
 'twixt their sharp- pointed teeth.

More slowly, they reversed and flew homeward,
where the engine was chastised
and banned from the garden.

It's replacement took no time at all to arrive
and time will tell, also, its modus operandi....

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Meanwhile . . .
The Owl yawned,
shook his feathers
and in sailor's gait mode,
waddled along the branch
to his hole in the tree.

He had had an exhausting night's work
seeking prey a good supper and
early morning snack.

Sleep was all he needed now and,
the warmth of his home.

From the hole in the tree issued a squawk
and a cloud of Owl feathers.

A family of crows had usurped his snug home and,
by the sounds of it, the Owl was determined to fight
back?!

The garden residents, curious,
crowded round the Oak, the Elves
climbing up to the Owl's hole,
the Flower Faeries hovering a way's away from it.

Was there anything left of the crows, one wondered?

Sometime later,
still no sign....

Oh dear, gee wiz,
oh deary, deary me....

Debbie & Peter

10th

"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

Working "En Plein Air" in the garden Yesterday.

Nature intervened . . . . . . !

New painting for upcoming faerytale book.

Plus leaves and twig !

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Meanwhile . . .

Lingering hues of pink, gold and violet.
Dawn had broken,
spreading its paintily aura over The Land of
Myths, Fantasy and Legend....

As though a curtain had been unclosed,
from out of the clouds,
the Unicorn's mesmeric outline
could be distinguished.

The Dragon was far afield,
atop the highest of high hills,
with views which extended
to the borders of magick.

The Witch poked her long nose into
her book of moth eaten spells.

Where was that one, single worthwhile choice?

She came upon the evidence
that a page had been ripped out.
Nifty fingers had discovered
it's whereabouts and had
stripped out this little gem of a spell.

The Witch was incandescent.

Those opprobrious Elves....

Debbie & Peter

9th

"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

Working "En Plein Air" in the garden

Sometimes . . . . . . natures intervenes . . . . . . !

New painting for upcoming faerytale book.

Plus leaves and twig !

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Meanwhile . . .

The Spider and the Mouse were aloft
in the attic, playing dominoes
with a set of tiny, specially adapted
domino pieces.

The Fly was too impatient
to stay put for 1 second.

The wainscoting had been replaced, however,
holes had already been gnawed in the new wood.

This morning the Elves had taken
buses to the market,
the Witch having hired them
and the Wizard paid....

The Imps and the Pixies had refused to participate,
preferring to hit the high life,
play Bowls or some such.

The Cook was ecstatic.
Her kitchen was safe.
Safe for several hours or so, that is.....

The Flower Faeries having groomed the Unicorn,
were now threading his mane and tail
with magickal, colourful, Harlequin ribbons.

A faint sound of a musical instrument being played,
blew in the wind through the breakfast room window.

A parade, an itinerant, a Fantasy character?

Che sera, che sera, sera....

Debbie & Peter

8th

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Meanwhile . . .
Others had other activity
of more interest . . . .

A Sword Fish aeroplane buzzed overhead.
Catkins shivered in the early morning mist.

The Wizard was alone, his forgetful friend 'a snoring,
released from the anguish of having to learn
to be Wizard-like....?!

The Goblin and the Gremlin were shadow boxing for fun.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies were practicing pea-shooting.
The aerial panorama was replete with peas, a veritable
picture of Contemporary Art.

The Dragon was conversing
with a Unicorn in his element,
undergoing a brushing down and grooming
by the Flower Faeries, who,
were threading his mane with dried flowers,
crystals of violet and his tail with streamers of gold.

The Witch stirred her cauldron,
muttering magick spells beneath her breath and,
from the cauldron there issued misty moist
telepathic messages for passage around the Globe.

The Toad, the Weasel and the Water Rat
were testing the water of the garden pond.

The late Spring sun gradually flowered into warmth and
the day was delightfully all that one could ask....

Debbie & Peter

7th

"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

More manuscript letters from upcoming Faery Tales book.

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And, got a bot distracted,
while drawing them,
by events outside the studio . . .

A crack, a split, and the bark of the Oak
was splintered, torn asunder from its right royal trunk.
The translucent outline of an imperiously elegant
Faerie emerged  through the fractured,
impasto-textured bark of the tree....

As she fluttered her wings
and straightened her gown,
the  Faerie Land aristocrat became animate,
came to life  - magick!!

The Faerie was apparelled in
an ankle-length robe, composed of
slithers of bark, new leaves and
dazzlingly yellow gold mid-summer sunbeams.

Her nose was Roman, her lips thin, unsmiling.
Her expression was one of imperious punctiliousness.

The Flower Faeries smiled sweetly
and perched dutifully near,
the Elves, Imps and Pixies sidled close,
bowed and shot into the house.

The Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat
buzzed off to the Witch who could dish out compliments,
talk platitudes and  obstruct any attempt at instantaneous,
high handed - and  outside interference....

The Ghosts, ghostly Wolves and Wolverines
glided round and round and about,
waiting for the Ogre to spoil the scenario
and rewrite the plot.

The Queen of Faerie Land and
the Queen of the Woodlands,
messaged in panic by means of telepathy,
arrived with scarcely a hold up and,
greeting her warmly,
drew her away, hustling her quick to
an empty castle in the lands beyond world's end....

Debbie & Peter

6th

"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

Started designing manuscript letters for our upcoming Faery Tales book.

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It meant researching past influences,
but it proved a bit more difficult
than I'd envisaged. . .

Going up to the attic yesterday evening,
I encountered the Elves sitting in the stairs.

They were reading my boyhood copies
of the Look and Learn magazine, Eagle, Swift
and Robin and Caspar the Ghost comics.

They have very evidently purloined them
from the glass-fronted cupboard, where
I kept them in pristine condition,
to be kept safely, securely, for memory's sake.

They would pay no attention
to my losing my temper so,
I went downstairs to fetch the Cook.

She abandoned her tasks,
assumed a determined expression and,
with difficulty, took the staircase to
the attic one stair at a time. Pause....
And,
from above her voice ricocheted from wall to wall,
to the kitchens in the cellar and, reached me as I waited.

When next we met,
I knew that the problem
had been solved successfully to
my complete satisfaction....

Debbie & Peter

5th

"STUDIO VISITOR"

He's back!

Scrounging again, from the daily wildlife food table.

Modifications obviously still needed so small birds benefit!


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Meanwhile . . .

The Dragon had a first cousin, twice removed,
a resident of the Yellowstone National Park.

Invited, by telepathic messaging,
to  stay in the garden,
he arrived in a swirl of silver grey wings
and a thrashing of his diamond studded,
thunderingly heavy tail....

The view from above
had demonstrated to him that,
there was no possibility of landing herein.

He skirted the garden,
the wood and hedgerow, and
came down to earth in a field left fallow.

The Ogre, perchance,
was hiking this morning,
accompanied by the Weasel,
the Stoat and the Water Rat.

Taken aback, they skeddadled  - achoo
 - and fast-walked towards
the tarmacked country road and,
standing fair square in the road,
commenced thumbing a lift.

Successfully hailing an open-roofed Cadillac car,
they piled in, the car accelerated and,
raced hell for leather to the next township,
the driver's destination....

Hooray!!

Debbie & Peter

4th

"THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE - stage 2"

Underpainting.

Oil paint underpainting ready for laying-in of main elements.

Initial thumbnail
characterisation sketch of main character shown also.

Many a walk around the magick studio garden will be needed . . . . .

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And . . .
There is always much inspiration
to be had for such a scene, when . . .

. . . . for a break in my work schedule,
I took a stroll in the garden,
the Ghosts bade me a whispered "How goes it today,"
and coasted blithely through the breakfast room window
and from there....???

From the breakfast room door to the Oak,
the Ogre was not discernible.
No groundsheet, no picnic.
What was the reason?
Where was the Witch?

A shout from the wood announced
the approach of the Elves,
the Imps and the Imps and -
the Witch carrying her spell book and wand.

Tail end Charlie, the Ogre,
weighed down by the Witch's cauldron.

The Flower Faeries were late this morning,
their tardiness explained by the indisposition of the Unicorn,
though his malady would require several weeks of nursing.

'Twas not until eventide that the Dragon landed and,
when the night creatures took centre stage,
the garden was jam packed....

Debbie & Peter

4th

"A WALK AROUND THE TOWN"

After a intense day of work, decided to take a walk around town.

Sheela Na Gig, a quasi-erotic stone carving on the local church.

Situated on the north face of the building over an old Norman doorway
it may be from a 12th century chapel that stood on the site - pre-Norman.

So much history in such a small town . . . . .

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick garden . . . .
What on earth?

An invasion, of ancient and olden day characters,
stretching back through time.

Soldiers, sailors, airmen, ladies, gentlemen,
slaves and servants, scholars, illiterates,
common folk, adventurers, stay-at-homers, strangers....

The resident Ghosts and Spectres,
taken aback, drifted - outcasts -
t'wards the woods.

The ghostly Werewolves
and Wolverines,
fangs bared,
howled.

Elves, Imps and Pixies pressed ever-closer,
curiosity winning over any stray feeling
of scaredness or fear.

The Goblin and Gremlin ambled into the fray,
waving lavender-scented kerchiefs,
as one had done of yore.

The Witch had summoned the Unicorn,
the Flower Faeries and the Owl,
and, throwing duties, schedules, guilt to the wind,

vanished....

Debbie & Peter

3rd

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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick garden,
unruly behavior seems to be occurring . . . .

The Dragon was overbearing, arrogant this morning.
The Witch had, by magick, transformed his colouring
and he 'twas presently a rainbow of hues.

The Ghosts and Spectres,
the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines
moved in silence beside him,
awaiting a timely moment to bring him to heel,
show him who was boss....

The Witch watched from afar,
the Wizard from his magick carpet.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies
from the tennis courts
and the Ogre slept on.

The Witch contemplated the Dragon,
summoned the Unicorn and
explained succinctly what she wished him to do.

The Unicorn munched thoughtfully
upon the moist, dew-covered grass
of the lawn.

The Dragon walked the cat walk,
up and down the garden,
breathing small strokes of fire and gusts of smoke.

As he passed the Unicorn,
he passed too close to home and,
knocked the astonished equine to one side.

The Unicorn responded.
Responded in kind.
The Dragon would lament the punishment
and behave for a smidgeon of time...

Debbie & Peter
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Meanwhile . . .
Out in the magick garden . . .

The dandy had usurped the Witch's position
as the person of the utmost influence, eminence....

Nobody knew from whence he had come,
how long he would stay,
or where he presently resided.

He partied every night - somewhere....
picnicked, rode, hunted, punted and kayaked.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
found themselves in a de facto pickle.

What to do next?

What path to take to reinstate and consolidate
their no 1 status in the garden -
and environments beyond?

Well....

The Ogre surfaced tardily from
his house in the wood and
eyes crossed, pulling his hair, he
stumbled across the lawn,
passed the Oak and bedded down
upon the tennis court?!

The dandy, tennis racket, towel,
in a designer haversack,
arrived to play a knock about with him,
himself and him.

Thwarted....

Angrily, he smashed the tennis racket on
the unforgiving hardness of the garden tennis court,
turned and kicked the Ogre, oohps, Egan, ouch.

The Ogre, sharp awakened,
hit the roof and that was that.

The dandy exited the garden
with quite extraordinary  speed....

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Meanwhile . . .
Outside the magick studio . . . .

The fish in the pond were jumping,
a rare event, which, lured curious spectators
to stand and stare.

From the stable yard came the sound
of hooves upon cobbles,
the barking of dogs, the revving of an engine.

My sister, as per usual, had slammed on the brakes,
bringing her Aston Martin to an ill-considered,
inappropriate, stop.

My horse, on its way to his morning canter,
galloped, 'cross the wide open spaces
 of field and moorland,
meadow and marshland,
pictorial landscape,
shied, and, braking free from his leading rein, bolted.

He would return in good time,
when he had worked off his angst....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were busy
climbing the Oak tree,
swinging from branch to branch,
racing along them?!

The Owl, unamused,
was unable to rest and,
needs must,
retired into his hole in the Oak,
to bed down and sleep.

The Witch had, early this morning,
flown westward to spend a day
at the golden sandy beach,
accompanied by the Flower Faeries,
the Unicorn, Weasel, Stoat and Mole.

To each had been lent by the Witch,
a newly polished broom with
a thickly cushioned saddle cloth
upon which to ride.

In their absence, the Lord Edric and his lady,
the Faerie, Godda, laid claim to the garden.

They, and their retinue
spread blankets over the lawn and
picnicked to the sound of harpsichord music....

Debbie & Peter

May
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Meanwhile . . .
Outside the magick studio . . . .

The Toad and the Frog and the Water Rat
were "Leap Frogging" over low obstacles in the garden.

The Flower Faeries flew beside alongside,
and (seized by) temptation,
alighted upon their backs,
riding bareback, so to speak,
lacking only a Faerie rope lasso.

The Witch was in the mood to play
a rôle in their (play). So....

A spell she conjured
and magickal magick there appeared,
a lasso per Faerie, and a (cowgirl hat)
- naturally!

Faerie-sized cowgirl boots,
a non-bullet bearing pistol each.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies rummaged through
their collection of Medieval weaponry.

From the bottom of the heap,
came long bows and blunt swords.

T'was a vibrant, "over the moon,"
display!!

Debbie & Peter

30th

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Meanwhile . . .

A damp, dewy ground fog lay just above the lawn,
twisting and curling, as stirred by the wind.

The feeling seeping through one was,
"Somewhere there be, malevolent creatures
come to haunt this convivial garden...."

One such creature of which I knew nothing, was  a Calygreyhound?!

Surprising, the Ogre eventually "hit town."
Placing himself upon the groundsheet beneath the Oak,
he seized knife, spoon and fork and
Set about the consuming of
his delectable breakfast.

The Unicorn appeared, as did the Dragon,
the Flower Faeries, the Goblin, the Gremlin,
the Frog, Toad and Water Rat, the Weasel,
Stoat and Mole, and, at the end of the queue,
a Fantastical six legged goat?!

I remained in the garden
till the dawn broke over the hills,
then re-entered the house and,
seated in the Library, perused a tome about magick,
mixing potions and casting negative and positive spells.

Debbie & Peter

29th

"THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE?"

Close-up.

Initial thumbnail sketch to expore characterisation of main character
who will inhabit an
as yet unrevealed scene, waiting to reveal itself to me
at such time as the mystical magic of creativity uncovers its existence.

Many a walk around the magick studio garden will be needed . . . . .

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Gaia had woven a faint outline over the garden,
of a veiled Elysian other world that,
though hidden from our eyes, existed around us.

A betwixt and between, to us, alien world....

This unrevealed country waited serenely to
reveal itself at such time as we understood
its mystical magic.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
preferred a whiz bang existence,
a 'don't stop until you've upset
as many creatures as you can -
now routine. Then,
on to the next thing, immédiatement.

Ne restez pas lá. Faire quelche chose....

The Flower Faeries were perched
on flower petal seats,
threading Faerie rainbow coloured beads
to enhance their captivating Faerie-made
furbelows and accessories.

The Unicorn appeared above them,
his great wings spread wide.
Alighting upon the lawn,
he dropped his head
and commenced to chomp grass.

The Flower Faeries let him be for some little time,
then approached him, armed with
the early morning grooming tools.

For today they had chosen
Champagne Pink for his body.
For his mane and and tail,
Chinese silver and Chinese violet.

The grooming complete,
they recommenced their beading,
the Witch standing beside them too,
from time to time, suggested style, design,
bead shape and colour of the thread.

The Goblin and the Gremlin
built a fire for themselves and,
set themselves the task of beating Fantasy Land silver,
tin and copper into delectable jewellery.

Loathe to re enter the house,
nevertheless, I did and sat down
to write screeds upon the scenes I had seen
in the magic garden....

Debbie & Peter

28th

"THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE?"

I hesitated for awhile about this.

What happens, if someone asks you to do a commissioned painting, and . . .

You realise, that the subject matter
and whole concept, touches the very base
of your root influences, and a major work of art from history?

You remember, being just 10 years old
sitting in front of that huge painting
at London's Tate Gallery
on a Sunday morning
and pondering >

"will I ever be able to paint something that amazing,
when I grow up?'

A career happens, you get thrown into whatever you do.

But, always, always, lurking at the back of your mind
is  . . . . THAT painting . . . . by THAT artist.

Hmmnnn . . . .

I've given myself a whole year to do this painting.

But - how do you create something that is . . . .
well, on the one hand, rooted in this OTHER image
and yet, has to be MINE not HIS as a creation?

And what if I screw-up, can't do it?!

And, what if I CAN?!

It begins (a veritable storm of creative challenge) . . . . . .

To celebrate this project's beginning, the weather too is stormy outside!

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The  storms had set in once again, once again.
Hail stones as big as pebbles, a downpour
to knock you over, easy as pie....

The residents of the garden knew not
quite what to do, where to hide.

The Ogre's home in the wood was flooded,
however, the  Mole, Weasel and Stoat
found and rock formation which
would protect them and shelter them,
sort of OK, so to speak?!

The Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat,
were not quite so anti,
these antediluvian weather conditions.

They turned their faces to the heavens,
stuck out their tongues and,
thoroughly enjoyed being soaked
right through to their bones....

Debbie & Peter


27th

"EARLY MORNING JUST BEYOND THE STUDIO"

The Gaer Stone (or, fortress stone).

The view across the Stretton Gap.

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This morning, the sun finally shone,
though the garden was strangely quiet . . . .

when I went out to bid good morning
to the garden residents and the Witch....

A faint mist drifted lightly over flower beds and lawn,
weaving intricate designs, rising and falling.

The Witch, at her cauldron,
was conversing with the Wizard 'bout
this and that and t'other, 'bout nothing at all?!

The Goblin and the Gremlin were swimming
in the pond and I could hear the dulcet voice of the Mermaid
as she sat beside "her" pond within the wood.

The Owl was droopy eyed,
the crows had not yet arrived and,
the birds of Rhiannon were with the goddess/Faerie Queen
somewhere far distant, in a magickal, mystical land.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were playing
Pixie bowls on the tennis court and
the Ghosts and ghostly Werewolves
padded silently about the lawn.

The ghostly Werewolves were absent,
as were the Mole, Weasel and Stoat, the Frog,
Toad and Water Rat, the forgetful Wizard and ??

The appearance of the Cook to fetch me had an additional effect.

With a suddenness unexpected, the garden burst its seams
with the inpouring of tiny Faeries, fantastical creatures,
the Unicorn, the garden Dragon and a visiting Brownie,
the Elder Elf and his, now-constantly present, nurse....

Debbie & Peter

26th

"BIR MING GUM" - It's "Bostin"!
(acknowledgment to my Brummie fans)

Memories . . . .

Saw this while walking past BBC Birmingham at the mailbox today.

But - it's a loooooong time (back) since I shared a studio with these guys
(at BBC white city in London) - how I miss those 3am deadlines (not)!

Four and a half years freelancing for the BBC back in the mid-80s.

I helped to save the Earth from the Tripods and attacked a Dalek
(it annoyed me) and I bet you never knew . . . they were made of cardboard!

(I won't tell you how I know that, I might get arrested).

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Back then . . .
I'd have been happy if . . .
mist had blotted-out my 3.00am deadlines
and weekends battling my way through . . .
well, someone had to help
the 2 Ronnies fly on a magic carpet?

And, who else would you trust
to have them walk up the yellow brick road?

Definitely, there were times
I wish the mist had descended
and engulfed me,

Others too,
are sometimes . . . .
actually engulfed by mist it seems . . . .

The mist had (descended),
the landscape blotted out
though the trees in the wood were opaque
watercolour prints.

Rising early this morning,
I showered, dressed and shaved,
went downstairs to the breakfast room.

Leaving the French doors open,
I wandered out into the garden.

The lawn was damp with dew,
the earth decidedly muddy.

In the pond, the Elves were momentarily abluting,
splashing water at each other and upsetting the fish.

The Ogre slept, the Witch read her spell book, and
the Goblin and Gremlin were trimming their beards.

Hardly visible though they were, one sensed the presence of
the Ghosts and Spectres, the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines.

The Wizard, riding bareback upon
the magickal Unicorn,
guided the creature into land
beneath the Oak tree.

I mosied through the garden,
entered the wood and withdrew!

The leaves were drip dripping so copiously
that I should soon have found myself
as wet as the Elves.

The Ogre surfaced eventually and,
collated by the Witch,
carried her cauldron to the kitchen garden
where she had only just lit the fire,
momentarily scarce burning.

When the Mole, Stoat and Weasel,
the Frog, Toad and Water Rat
had entered Act 1, scene 2,
I reentered the house to
commence the many varied articles
demanded by my agent....

Peter & Debbie

25th

"EARLY MORNING JUST BEYOND THE STUDIO"

Dramatic.

Excellent start to a research trip jaunt.

A sharp, almost caustic assault on the eyes.

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Caustic soda scrub a dub.
Repeat …. or,
crystal soda?
The latter, the Witch decided.
She was certainly perspiring.
The cooling liquid dribbled down her chin.
She dabbed her temple with a
an embroidered kerchief, and
fanned herself, rearranged her gown.

Comfortable?

Guess?

She yearned for a deck chair in the Ice House,
t'would assuage her nervous system
and the distressing breathlessness.

Dragon fans resembling windmills,
purred lightheartedly,
zestfully on and on and on,
cooling the sleeping Dragon,
the Ogre, the Wizard and
the Wizard's forgetful friend....

The Flower Faeries wove baskets in the shade,
into which they would arrange
sunbeams, sweet scented flower petals,
rainbow-coloured day-dreams and sycamore whirls.

Scented sachets for drawers
and to place beneath a bodice.

The Witch's cauldron exuded luxuriant odours,
enhanced an hundredfold when she sprinkled
herbs and flowers, both fresh and dried,
upon the surface of this magickal brew.

The Gremlin, the Goblin and the Mole,
the Stoat and the Weasel breathed (deep),
filling their lungs, through and through and
the Elves, Imps and Pixies played
Hayden's Water music and the (soft music) of Ireland....

Peter & Debbie

24th

"REFERENCE GATHERING"

Interesting cobweb structure.

Definitely worth considering as inclusion in a painting.

Maybe, a Faery, trapped in it . . . . . . . ?

Maybe it's be an image of calamity?

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Often, one observation,
merged with another,
gives rise to an idea for a painting!

Calamity Jane was paying us a visit,
which threatened to be a lengthy,
La La Land - like dream....

She never stopped moving,
adjusting her cowgirl outfit and twirling her pistols.

From time to time she fired one or t'other.

When the Witch gave her what for,
she paid not the least heed, and,
by dusk, the garden residents felt that
they were walking on thin ice....

The Wizard was traveling,
with forgetful friend in tow and
the Dragon and the Unicorn were streaming
'cross the skies, 30,000 feet above.

Consulting her spell book,
the Witch was delighted to discover the oh! Gosh answer.

She assembled the ingredients,
tossed them into her cauldron,
and gently brought the sweet and sour potion to the boil,
then simmered it for one Fantasy world hour.

The words of the spell were liltingly musical,
easily rememberable.

The Witch threw herself heart and soul
into bringing to a close,
Calamity Jane's interminable presence.

Elle a réussi!

Peter & Debbie

23rd

"BACK TO WORK DAY"

Inspirational cloud formations.

And, my work is really just play
(you probably guessed that by now . . . .)

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And outside the studio,
others are also learning to play . . . .

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were learning to play,
the Chicago and the Mississippi Delta Blues.

The Imps and Pixies seemed to revel in the rhythms,
the Elves much preferred the faster pace of  Hillbilly music.

The Weasel, Stoat and Mole were their most severe critics,
commenting upon every one of their renditions.

The Flower Faeries favoured Edith Piaf or the 1930's crooners,
the Ogre was tone deaf and the Frog, Toad and Water Rat
reveled in listening to rousing
sea shanties and songs of the water....

The Witch and the Wizard liked jazz,
Stravinsky, Prokofiev,
anything non-rhythmic!

And,
the Ghosts listened constantly
to the composers of their day.

I, myself, listened to to more or less anything,
depending upon the particular mood that I am in....

Peter & Debbie

22nd

VERY EARLY MORNING (DAY OFF-ish)

Chilly first thing, but had to stop to catch these.

More carvings at Shrewsbury railway station.

I wish I could find out more about them

Anybody know?


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Chilly back at the studio too, apparently . . .

Not a soul in the garden caught a cold.
A chill, yes, athlete's foot, yes.
A snuggle, cough, sneeze .... neit!

The ground was boggy, the Oak dripped,
the grass was perilously slippery
and the path a skating rink.

The residents treasured the eerie light,
the mythical, magickal aura,
the quality of foreverness,
beginningless, endless....

They donned antislip shoe soles, gloves,
or, if they could , sou'westers, raincoats,
galoshes and goggles.

When I went out to greet them,
the weather was amiable,
all-encompassing good natured,
serene....

Peter & Debbie

21st

"HEROIC BOOK PRINTING COMPLETE"

Heroes & Villains book finally printed.

(and website updated now!)

A stormy week, of high energy . . . . . .

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Sometimes I think,
one's own energy,
begets external energy?
The  storms had set in once again,
once again.
Hail stones as big as pebbles,
a downpour to knock you over,
easy as pie....

The residents of the garden knew
not quite what to do, where to hide.

The Ogre's home in the wood was flooded, however,
the  Mole, Weasel and Stoat found and rock formation
which would protect them and shelter them,
sort of OK, so to speak?!

The Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat,
were not quite so anti,
these antediluvian weather conditions.

They turned their faces to the waterlogged clouds,
stuck out their tongues and,
thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being soaked
right through to their skin, right through to their bones....

Peter & Debbie

20th

"HEROIC PRINTING COMPLETE"
  (almost!)

More Heroes & Villains book pages printed.

(and update the website!)

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And so,
The garden had been vacated by
the varied visitors who had come and gone.

Who had nevertheless,
left behind an unexpungnable imprint
of their brief presence,

The garden residents met together to discuss
and, if possible, introduce, a garden visa, (my suggestion),
setting out clearly, the length of time t'was permissible
that they stay....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were most satisfied,
as were the threesomes of Mole, Weasel, Stoat,
the Toad, the Frog and the Water Rat.

The Ogre would never have understood anything,
anyway, and the Flower Faeries usually escaped
to anywhere, elsewhere when the atmosphere
in the garden became too much to cope with.

The Witch was of the opinion that her presence was indispensable.
No thought ever entered her head that said otherwise.

Both she and the Wizard did travel the globe occasionally
and certainly visited those favourite places close to home.

The Wizard's forgetful friend must have an eye kept upon his wellbeing
and the Witches' coven met together each Fantasy world week .

Attending these meetings was sacrosanct unless,
an irrefutably justifiable and relevant excuse could be provided.

The Goblin and the Gremlin went their own way,
did their own thing, stuff the others....

And the Mermaid lived a solitary life
in the pond in the wood....

Peter & Debbie

19th

"HEROIC PRINTING COMPLETE"
  (almost!)

More Heroes & Villains book pages printed.

1st, 2nd & 3rd sections complete.

Fold-out gatefolds still to do.

May have to skip breakfast . . .


(and update the website!)


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Not the only one to miss breakfast!

My runaway steed had returned post haste,
having missed his breakfast, and thus,
his stamina had dissipated in short order.

Jealous, the Unicorn shook his head and whinnied,
changed his mind about feed and, gathering pace,
leapt over the garden fence and careered
'cross the fields at the rate of knots....

The Witch was left open mouthed,
bowled over, at the speed of events....

The Elves, Imps and Pixies, had watched from afar.
Now they got cracking and piled into their automobiles.

Both feet upon the accelerator,
they shot under the fence,
hit the country road without stopping,
turned right and raced?!

The Flower Faeries darted in the wake of
the Pixies's vehicle, a weird looking racing car,
to keep an eye on proceedings.

The  Mole, Stoat and Weasel ate,
their breakfast meal hidden behind the Oak,
and the Ogre demolished a huge, huge repast -
more plentiful than his usual, and
fell asleep, allegro vivace....

Peter & Debbie

18th

"MORE HEROIC PRINTING"

More Heroes & Villains book pages being printed.

1st section of three-section book almost complete.

So, a walk 'round the garden, while the glue dries . . .

(and then update the website!)


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Very important to pay close attention,
lack of focus can lead to print errors.
Nothing more inclined to make me shriek
than printing back-to-back upside down!

What's that?
Shrieking from outside!

"The eagle has landed," the Gremlin shrieked.
"His wings have a spread from the Oak to the house."

The Goblin looked around to see for himself
and perceived that,
the eagle's shadow cast blotted out
the green colour of the lawn.

This king of birds balanced precariously atop the Oak,
before ruffling his feathers and once more taking off.

The crows had kept their distance whilst he was present.

When the coast was clear, they descended en masse,
disturbing the Owl with their crow call cacophony.

The Witch watched the proceedings,
her brain calculating the end result
should the crows not be silenced - pronto.

The magick potion in her cauldron could
cope with one more spell, so,
she uttered the appropriate words
and the crows were rendered mute.

The Owl got his sleep, the Ogre, too.

The Flower Faeries groomed the Unicorn
and the Elves, Imps and Pixies romped
through the garden and adjacent wood,
hopping, skipping, jumping through
the fields to the hills....

Peter & Debbie

17th

"HEROIC PRINTING"

Heroes & Villains book (vol1) being printed.

A walk around the garden will have to wait,

even though the weather is balmy, enticing!


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The scene in the garden
was charmingly picturesque.
Carnival day had dawned.
The weather was balmy . . . .

The Fantasy creatures were holed up,
so to speak, laying out the outfits they had chosen
for to celebrate in style....

The Ogre had been taken aside by the Witch,
who was rummaging through his bedroom
"wardrobe on the floor,"
to find something elegant - and  clean, to wear.

The Flower Faeries had spent 4 Faerie months and one half,
drawing sketches of the gowns  they had designed,
to be finished by the Faerie dress designer's sewing elite.

The Ball would commence as the sun sank over the yard arm,
and late arriving guests turned away.
The atmosphere in the garden was electric
with the undercurrents of excitement.

T'was enough to create a backdrop of magickal sheet lightening,
which enhanced the rays of the moonshine and the Fantasy Land stars....

Peter & Debbie

16th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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

Floppy disk replacement is certainly a weakness of this game. Because of a single line of dialogue, at a certain point, you should change the floppy disk to read it and then resume the previous game.

 Unfortunately, the annoying limit of 6 items of inventory, flat writing and arcade sequences also hamper their gameplay.

The game is a combo of adventure and action. You, with your weapon - the blaster - go wherever you want, talk to other characters, and dig sites with an "action button" and an easy-to-use menu system. Another innovative point is the anticipation that the game has managed to do in gameplay. You can kill anyone at any time for any reason, and Game Over will happen if you are arrested by the police, a very similar element found in hit games like Fallout and GTA. Speaking of this last game, in Omnicron Cospiracy there are also prostitutes and you can interact with them, in a much softer way, as in Leisure Suit Larry.

Zygyzy's commentary posted on February 15, 2008 in a forum about this game tells everything about Peter Andrew Jones, an artist who has always been able to attract audiences through art, and art to the final product: "I remember buying this game because of the final art of packaging."


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15th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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

Omnicron Conspiracy is an old science fiction game released for MS-DOS (but was also released for Amiga), developed by First Star Software in 1989 from an original idea by Jim Nangano and Jesse Taylor.

Played in single player mode (from a side perspective), the game was a nice, though strange, typical science fiction adventure. A mix of Star Trek and cyberpunk. In it you are a Star Police member assigned to investigate the disappearance of an official colleague, as well as an intrigue with drug cartels, intergalactic terrorism, and conspiracies involving gigantic corporations.


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14th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"
   (book completed)


http://www.peterandrewjones.net/about/about_books.htm

Done.

All aspects completed in the production process.

Printing, cutting, sewing, binding, pressing, signing, numbering.


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And so,
a Sunday break beckons,
and as if by coincidence . . .

The veil of concealment lifted this morning,
to reveal the garden railway station,
whereat platform no 3, a train had arrived.

The 20 carriages and caboose were drawn
by a Saturnine-faced engine, which boded ill
for the office-bound or holiday-bound passengers....

The Weasel, the Stoat, the Toad and the Goblin,
the Gremlin boarded the train and sat
near the exit doors.

The doors slammed, a whistle blew,
a green flag was waved and,
clouds of smoke rose
from the blisteringly hot cab.

The train chugged into action,
slowly gathering speed,
before taking off so as to negotiate
the garden gates and fences.

It behove every vehicle to do this,
t'was the law and sensible!

As the train lifted skyward,
the Dragon flew in and a contretemps
was only averted by the skin of the teeth -

'Streuth?!

Cover your eyes,
shake your arms and legs,
breathe deep....

Peter & Debbie

13th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"
   (book completion)


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Done - original drawing now inserted.

Just need to wraparound the cover to complete the process.


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Then . . .
time to party?,
The Queen of the woodlands
was holding a garden party,
to which had been invited
the Fantasy celebrities, or, "names."

The dress was formal,
ball gowns for the ladies,
black tie and tails for the gentlemen.

The style choice of the garden Fantasy creatures
was oops a daisy novel.

The afternoon was flawless,
the surroundings irreproachable.
The food had been prepared in the royal kitchens
by nonpareil Master chefs.

The Queen was graciously hospitable,
the  guests eager to be pleased,
the background music soothed
feelings of anxiety.

The whole experience perfetto.
Even tide, Owl time,
onset of tiredness.

One by one the celebrities called for their landaus,
coaches, carriages, or saddle horses.

Full stop....

Peter & Debbie



12th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND APPROACHES"
   (book finishing)


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Almost done - bookplate now inserted.

Ready for the very last parts of the process.


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And, luckily,
we've had no interruptions today,
others are busy with their own intentions . . . .

The garden residents were partaking
of Faerie cappuccino,
a gift from the Flower Faeries
to those creatures who could drink it.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies had reason to celebrate.
They were preparing to journey forth
to that fantastical land called Iceland.

The Flower Faeries they expected to sort,
choose and pack, that apparel they were taking
to that cool, crispy clime.

They were to travel in a magickal
aeroplane built for speed and comfort.
No passports were required and
no luggage restrictions applied.

The aeroplane would stretch or contract
with the passengers therein.

The Witch, the Wizard,
his forgetful friend and the Ogre,
discussed 'mongst each other
all the things they would do, would achieve....

Peter & Debbie

11th

"WORKSHOP WEEK (continues)"
   (book finishing)


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Cover now printed, ready for folding and final presentation.

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"Presentation"
being the culmination of effort.
Meanwhile, out int he magic studio garden  . . . .

The Queen of the Wood and the Queen of the Witches
had joined forces to put paid to the antipathetic behaviour
of the Elves - and their cohorts.

The Witch and the Wizard, not keen on "that lot,"
were nevertheless inclined to support residents of the garden
'gainst imperious outsiders - whatever their standing.
And the same applied to their friends,
acquaintances and neighbours.

However....
no steps could be taken without severe repercussions?...

Unbeknownst to us all, which boded ill,
the Empress of the Isles of Hades,
(renamed by Her Royal Highness),
was flying thisa way by chariot.

She'd be here in the garden as soon as soon could be.
Alas, alack, ah me, la la....

We of the garden, the house and the wood,
met and conferred as to what should be done.
The Ogre fell asleep, as did the Owl
and the Mermaid was not able
to remain out of water for too long.

The conference continued until the sun without heat,
set amidst pink clouds, in the purple, yellow, orange sky....

Peter & Debbie

10th

MORNING DAY OFF (ish)

Love these (gargoyles?) at Shrewsbury railway station.

Never tire of looking at them.

Maybe I should incorporate them into a painting in some way?

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And,
thinking of incorporation
and invitations. . .
By the drawing in of the sun
and the switch on of lights,
the Faerie had been invited to
every party in the garden diary.

She simpered, expressed her pleasure,
seemingly overwhelmed, embarrassed.

The garden residents thought only of
the cudos they'd enjoy(?)

Ah, ha....

The sun glittered like gold as it set,
sinking into the twilight zone,
afore rising elsewhere.

The nocturnal creatures made their entrance, and?

Full stop.

They met the true nature of the Faerie -
and, quite literally, felt the sensation, the feel of,
egg on their faces!

She was dancing upon the water of the pond,
uttering expletives and screeching with laughter.
The spells she cast were negativity personified.

The night creatures covered their ears
and buried their heads in the grass.

An atmosphere of chaos and disquietude filled the air and,
the fantasy creatures rushed back to their "homes."

The Witch was summoned by telepathy,
rushed back upon her broom and, forthwith,
commenced perusing her ancientist spell book.

Magari, she would uncover one to overcome
"that" Faerie's undesirability?!

Some time, much later , she struck lucky,
followed instructions, and
the undesirable one turned to rhinestones,
copper nuggets and pieces of eight....

Peter & Debbie

9th

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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

"If he were only a "good" or "creative" artist, Peter Andrew Jones would not have represented the works of this great master of science fiction.

Alfred Elton van Vogt was a great Canadian science fiction writer. Born in Winnipeg on April 26, 1912, he is considered part of the triad of the best science fiction writers of this period, alongside Robert A. Heinlein and Isaac Asimov.

He was one of the famous Sci-Fi writers of the 1940s, considered the Golden Age. Like most writers, he began his career little by little with small works published in magazines, but began to devote himself to science fiction. In 1941 he left his job at the Canadian Department of Defense and began to devote himself to writing full time. He produced a large number of short stories and in the 1950s much of its production was grouped into fixups (novels created from various short stories of fiction that may or may not have been initially related or published). In fact, this term was invented by van Vogt and began to be used in the vocabulary of science fiction.

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I
n 1944 he moved to Hollywood, California, and his writing also changed because of the events of the time. After World War II he was deeply shaken by the revelation of post-2nd WW totalitarian states.

Van Vogt's dreams were one of the main sources of ideas for his works. During his life as a writer he could wake up every 90 minutes to record what he had dreamed.

At the end of his life he already showed signs that he was no longer following the evolution of science fiction, writing only one book, dying in Hollywood on January 26, 2000 due to Alzheimer's disease.

A double-handed honor of beautiful coherent artwork with a cover that, together with the text, takes the reader from this world to much wider universes."

8th

"WORKSHOP WEEK (ahead)"
   (book finishing)


http://www.peterandrewjones.net/about/about_books.htm

Affixing endpaper.

Bet you never knew I did comics (once upon a time)?

1973!

St. Martins School of Art.

Created with fellow students, and sold at >

Dark They Were, And Golden Eyed" bookshop in Soho.

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One of my earliest works,
exposed! No longer concealed.

By sundown the veil of concealment had fallen and,
the news of the day had spread like wildfire.

The saturnine faced engine had, seemingly,
lost his mechanical reason and,
instead of coming into land,
for onward progression by rail,
had continued to pelt through the air without stopping.
Thus, no passenger could alight and none could board.

At the end of the day the Station Master buried in bad tempered words....

The Witch could do aught,
the Wizard was attending the Congress of Wizards,
taking place on the Isle of Annwn.

The Flower Faeries were miniature spitfires, however,
they were tiny and not possessed of the means to act.

Result:
the Dragon mustered his extended family
and together they hatched out a plan
for immediate effect, for immediate accomplishment.

They formed themselves into the pattern of an attack formation,
and launched themselves into the windy ether.

Traveling like greased lightening,
they caught up with the train, surrounded it,
halted it and grasped the carriages
'twixt their sharp pointed teeth.

Casually, they reversed and directed their compasses to point homeward.

The engine was chastised and banned from the garden.
Its replacement took no time at all to arrive
and its future modus operandi will reveal its attitude....

Peter & Debbie

7th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"
   (tea break!)


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OK, OK, tea break it is, I get the hint.

Just don't blame me, if the
Squirrel gets there first.

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So, OK, enough already,
about practical studio matters
(at least for the moment)
and there are momentary distractions
in the garden, to assist the event . . .

The Flower Faeries
were grooming the Unicorn -
especial....

For,
he was to travel 'cross the Channel
to visit a Unicorn princess?!

They had plumbed their creative imaginations
for a distinctive look/character.
Ça c'est drôle.... A vain attempt....
(especially since Unicorns don't have fingers?)

So, this episode fini,
t'was their skillful fingers which achieved
what their brains could not!!

The Unicorn was incandescent,
indeed, phosphorescent,
his hair painted with "Faerie lights,"
the colours of magickal, precious
and semi-precious jewels.
Mane and tail interwoven
with emeralds and tourmalines.

His hooves were burnished
with champagne and moonbeams and
upon his forehead - perfection!
- the Flower Faeries had glued,
a minuscule starlet tinted with azure blue
and rainbow violet....

Peter & Debbie


6th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"
   (Book creation)


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50% there.

Gluing, of the end boards = always easy.

Gluing of the spine however, is always (always) especially tricky.

Because . . it is a handmade item, so >

measuring things precisely mathematically = 0 (just doesn't work)

measuring by physically manipulating the spine until centred = works.

Takes longer to position and glue the spine than the rest of the book!

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So, it always needs,
close focus, concentration,
and one certainly does not want distractions,
or the whole work up to that point
can be ruined in a few moments.
Which is why the studio/workshop
is out of bounds to others,
it avoids . . . . .

The Empress of The Isles of Hades had returned.
She had domiciled herself in our
original State Dining Room,
empty for eons and necessitous of,
contemporary paintwork, furniture,
carpets and curtains.

The lady lived unusually quietly,
unobtrusively, reading and jotting down
copious notes.

T'was likely a royal decree outlining the choices
she had compiled as Empress designate
of these Isles of Hades of the rules,
regulations, and the laws of her lands....

Unbeknownst to her, there existed a court,
an International Court of supreme judgement and power.
The judges who sat and debated round the clock were,
the elite of an already elite group of minds.

The Witch and the Wizard, the Unicorn, too,
paid an expeditious visit to their Chambers
on a formation of Lenticular clouds.

The judges returned with them,
traveling fleetly.
They arrived in a nanosecond, strode purposely
through the garden and,
approached the Empress Faerie in thunderous silence.

The impact of their stares, the
sensation of being punched,
must surely have caused the imperious one
to rethink her decisions.

It did not?!

The wind gusted to tsunami level,
the lightening blinded the judges,
the thunder exploded,
the rain hyperbolied to hail.

The lawn became a lake,
the garden emptied save by the  Ghosts,
the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines,
the Owl and the Flower Faeries, under wraps!!

Such was the intensity,
the force of the storm that the
Empress Witch was swept through the garden
and the wood to the overflowing pond ,
wherein she was drowned.

No magick, no tricks could outwit that story's ending....

Peter & Debbie

5th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND" (continues)

A morning walk, before extensive creativity erupts!

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But beware . . . . ,
as you never quite know
what will happen when you return to the studio
and the magic garden . . . . !
The Pixies felt pixilated,
the Imps felt downsized.
And all for the sake of the Elves
self-aggrandising egos....

The self-denigrating section
of these multi-faceted characters,
mooched around the garden,
shoulders hunched, noses pointed south
as they stared at the grass.

The Flower Faeries flew above them
whispering kind words and blowing sweet nothings
to be heard solely through their ears.

The Unicorn stood quietly awaiting his grooming.
Today, he had been promised Emerald,
Rhine stone and Diamond mane
and tail decorations and a delicate violet,
body wash to provide a background to this "Bella figura."

The Dragon breathed scorn upon the Unicorn's choices
and demanded a skin cloak of tangerine  sparkles.
The Flower Faeries obliged and the Witch approved.

The Wizard cast a spell especially designed
to provide a lasting memory
in the diverse minds of the garden's Fantastical Fantasy creatures....

Peter & Debbie

4th

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND (back to work)"

The creative binge continues; making books.

It is important to seal the inside of the spine area.

This gives added strength and security to the bend of the book.

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/about/about_books.htm



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Up to out necks in workload,
but, we have help coming again!
Well, maybe . . . . !
The river in full spate, after
a night of high wind,
donner und blizen!!

The Toad, the Water Rat, a vole and  the Frog,
hopped and skipped and á la Fantasy creature mode,
performed Austrian dances, slapping their thighs and heels
all the while clasping the straps of their imaginary lederhosen
with imaginary thumbs?!

The Witch banged her cauldron,
the Flower Faeries sang, as did the birds of Rhiannon,
the crows, the Imps and the Pixies.

The Ogre drummed his feet,
the Owl locked his Tree house door and
the Magician played his violin and the Elves
rattled their tambourines.

The Imps and the Pixies, morning exercises in mind,
practised summersaults, cartwheels, back flips and,
as their grand finale, performed whizz bang gymnastics
and a Wheel barrow race?!

The audience clapped and hooted, shouted encouragement,

Olé!

The crescendo?

A crimson curtain of velvet
drew together, swish, swirl.
And,
the Wizard's forgetful friend hit the high note,
with a roll of his Spanish castanets?!....

Peter & Debbie

3rd

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"
  (momentarily interrupted)

He's back . . . .

We give-in. We accept. He is now a permanent resident.

So . . . we need to be sure, what Squirrels eat!

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Nuts, seeds, grains and fruit,
more workload  - no squabbling please!

The Queen of the Witches and the Queen of the Wood
were at each other's throat, as the saying doth go.

They had both declared vehemently
that their roles were culturally diverse,
though mutually complementary.

This hypothesis has proved absolutely counter factual,
unquestionably incorrect....

The Unicorn had this minute touched down upon the lawn,
his mane and tail matted, his coat covered with mud.

The Flower Faeries were mystified, dumbstruck.
Whizzing through Space doesn't cannot produce that result....

Out came extra utensils, extra articles to wash,
brush, groom him to perfection.
Both the Queen of the Witches and the Queen of the Wood
watched them throughout, back to back.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies they failed to note,
were creeping ever closer.

To do what?

The they huddled until a scrum, soon formulated a plan, and,
returned to their "quarters" to collect their peashooters,
their mandolins, their out of tune violins and their guitars,
banjos, drums and spoons.

Surrounding the royal personages,
they let rip with a vengeance,
and this brought to an end the regal dispute.

Unintended bi-product....

Peter & Debbie

2nd

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND CONTINUES"

A weekend creative binge, still making books.

I LOVE making books!

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/about/about_books.htm


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Up to out necks in workload,
but, we have help!
Well, maybe . . . . !


If the Flower Faeries omitted one task from their routine, they
tied a knot in their ringlets and wrapped the knot in a Faerie kerchief.

The youngest of the garden Faeries,
immersed in having fun,
forgot and forgot - and put aside duties as boring....

She and the Dragon, the Unicorn and ?
were playing static catch me if you can
in the airless confines of Black Space, anti-gravitational,
resistant to movement - who knows.

A creature drifted by them, weirdly weird in form.
It resembled long ago ancestors of the magick snail,
with potato and cray fish eye stalks, and sharp claws.

They followed the creature 'cross Black Space and White Space, 'til
drawn into a Black Hole and from thence to our Fantasy garden....

Peter & Debbie




1st

"WORKSHOP WEEKEND"

A weekend making books.

I never tire of maing books!

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/about/about_books.htm


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

Up to our necks in workload,
but, we have help!
Well, maybe . . . . !

Bless their cotton socks, the Elves
had sorted out how to jimmy open
the new locks on the doors,
thus by passing the need to steal a key and
a copy?

The Weasel and Stoat and the Water Rat
kept a weather eye open on their nefarious deeds.

However.

T'was near impossible to check even their most hurtful tricks
and nasty comments.

The Witch and the Wizard, too,
had tried by magick spells to block them.

For a wee while they desisted.

Then, back they came for more.

The Flower Faeries had learned to settle elsewhere
within the garden on the days when it was obvious
that they were up to no good.

The Ogre paid too little attention to know
when they had plotted some caper to bamboozle him with.

He was easy prey and consequently,
he was ever short tempered  and more often than not,
the flashpoint was reached quickly and  it boiled over - cave canem.

And then?

Woe betide the other residents in this Fantasy garden.

Peter & Debbie




April
30th

"LEGENDARY ART MAGAZINE"

Spring issue LIVE - NOW!

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

29th

"A NEW CHALLENGE"

New commission started.

The Queen of The Wood.

Initialisation concept (thumbnail sketch).

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


28th

"SPRING ISSUE"

Grrrrrrrr !

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


27th

"! ! !"

He's back.

What part of "it is for feeding the birds" does he not get?


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


26th

"SPRING ISSUE"

Expaaaaaaandiiiiiing !

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


25th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

The constant contrast of  . . . .

The Stretton Hills.

Visual magic.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog



24th

"SPRING ISSUE"

With a slightly wider genre streeeeeeeetch !

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


23rd

"STUDIO VISITOR"

A new visitor to the daily wildlife food table.

Modifications needed (to attract small birds back)
.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


22nd

"SPRING ISSUE"

Out now.

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


21st

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Snow!.

On the Stretton Hills.

Spring ?

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


20th

"AN AFTERNOON WALK WITH THE PAINTBOX"

Something a bit different this issue

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


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

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/shop_inventory_books.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


19th

"A MORNING WALK WITH THE PAINTBOX"

Something a bit different this issue

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


http://www.peterandrewjones.net/shop_inventory_books.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


18th

"NEARLY THAT TIME AGAIN"

Something a bit different this issue

http://www.peterandrewjones-legendary-art-magazine.net


Time to get the spring edition of the quarterly magazine together . . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


17th

"NEARLY THAT TIME AGAIN"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_myths-rhiannon.htm

Time to get the quarterly magazine together . . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


16th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-5.htm

Scanning for this month's newsletter ended (at least for this issue) . . . . .

More next time.

April's newsletter coming shortly.

Sign-up here > http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


15th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-4.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


14th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-3.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


13th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-2.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


12th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings.htm

Still . . . . working on scanning . . . . .

of selection of drawings for upcoming newsletter.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


11th

THE STUDIO GUARDIANS

Spring awakens them - their task?

To defend the studio & The Magic Garden against harsh winds . . . .

And welcome the sun!

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


10th

THE VIEW AROUND THE STUDIO

On the way to Shrewsbury

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


9th

"(MORE) BLOOD MONEY"

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog continuation from by Pedro Panhoca, Brazil.

Enjoy his full blog @
http://www.peterandrewjones.net/blog-sa.htm

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

Blood Money has an interesting fact: later it´d inspire the development of Lemmings, another classic game of the last century.

Cover art and art of some products were created by Peter Andrew Jones. The same art used on it may be seen in the cover art of the book called Protector (1973) by Larry Niven, who we´ll review after some months, and Solar Wind, which we have previously reviewed.

I leave here one of the most remarkable artworks of Peter Andrew Jones to receive its’ deserved compliments, just as the Blood Money game did. A happy union between a wonderful cover art and a fun game that never fails to be good for a nostalgia.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


8th

"BLOOD MONEY"

0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog  by Pedro Panhoca, Brazil.

Enjoy his full blog @
http://www.peterandrewjones.net/blog-sa.htm

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


Blood Money is a shoot´em up game developed by DMA Design. It was released by Psygnosis in 1989 for Amiga, Atari and MS-DOS, and in 1990 for the Commodore 64. The game was commercially successful getting some good feedback as “the second best Amiga game”, “the best 80's Amiga Game”, “the second best shoot 'em up game of 1990”, “brilliant graphics”, “[one of] the most challenging and technically perform shoot' em ups”, “attractive”, “best designed and most fluidly animated”, “absolutely Impressive”, “[belonging] in a class of its own”, “excellent [soundtrack]” and sold more than 40,000 copies.

The game has four different phases – all of them too long - in which players have to attack the enemies and defeat the "big bosses", strongly inspired by the famous Heli (1987). The game happens both vertically and vertically, and some dead enemies give to the player the "bloody money", that have to be spent on items found in equipment stores throughout the game, like guns that shoot diagonally, fire lasers, bombs, get shields, or extra lives. The player is Spondulix, who longs to go to an "Alien Safari". The four missions correspond to the safaris, the Gibba, Grone, Shreek and Snuff planets and all cost between 100 and 400 credits. In Gibba, for example, the player pilots a helicopter. Each of the planets has its own enemies and landscape.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


8th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

BIG . . . . selection of drawings in upcoming newsletter.

Now being put together . . .

+ big website upload coming too.

Mega!

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog

7th

"FAREWELL NANTWICH"

(En Plein Air Trip concludes)

The River Weaver in Nantwich, also known as the Welsh Row Bridge and formerly the Welsh Bridge.

Originally crossed by ford, near possibly the site of a Norman castle with evidence of a Roman trackway running nearby, the first references to a bridge is in 1398 and known as the Wich Bridge (or Wiche / Wych) being a timber structure on which stood St Ann's Chapel and a priest would have said prayers for the safety of travelers on payment of a fee.

(Wikipedia - edited)

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


6th

"ALWAYS CARRY A SKETCHBOOK!"

Always, always, always (that means always) carry a sketchbook.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


5th

"MERMAID & DRAGON?"

Or maybe, a Wyvern?

St Mary's
Church - Nantwich

Misericord.

Quote >

A misericord (sometimes named mercy seat) when the seat is folded up, acts as a shelf to support a person in a partially standing position during long periods of prayer.

(extract - Wikipedia)

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


4th

"A MAGIC DOOR"

St Mary's Church - Nantwich

Seen on a day research trip.

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


3rd

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Again, the plaque says it all . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


2nd

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

The plaque says it all . . . . .

Nothing is permanent, except change.


Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog


1st

"AND DO YOU KNOW . . . . ?"

Well, I don't know . . . . . ?

St Mary's Church in the market town of Nantwich, Cheshire, England features intricately carved wooden canopies over the choir stalls with 20 misericords at the back of the stalls.

But - what, exactly, does this one refer to . . . . . ?

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog



March
31st

"SPRING IS COMING"

Signs of spring whilst on a drawing trip to Nantwich.


St. Mary's Church, just off the main square.

So, spring is definitely coming . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art Blog




30th

"WEBBY WEDNESDAY!"

Core Website update >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/iacg.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Science Fiction and Fantasy Art


29th

"1644" (discovered on painting expedition to Nantwich)

Plaque found on town square bench . . . . . . .

Always fascinated to discover . . . .
how much of one's own country's history one is ignorant of !

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


28th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Interesting painting(?) at St Mary's Church in Nantwich . . . . . . .

Unable, so far, to determine origins or find any information on same.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


27th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Historic dignitaries at St Mary's Church in Nantwich . . . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


26th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Yet more intriguing sculpture at St Mary's Church in Nantwich . . . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


25th

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Dragons, Wyverns or . . . . . ?

St Mary's Church is the market town of Nantwich, Cheshire, England features intricately carved wooden canopies over the choirstalls with 20 misericords at the back of the stalls.


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


24th

"SPACE IN SPACE"

Recent scanned painting uploaded to web archive >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa106.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


23rd

"CONVERGENCE"

Recent scanned painting uploaded to web archive >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa148.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


22nd

"EXPERIMENT" !

It's just an experiment.
.

Maybe we'll explain it, at some point..

We're just digging into ideas for the future . . . . .


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
as we concentrate on creative digging
others are contemplating different digging,
outside in the magic studio garden . . . .

The Faeries of the Herb garden
were hoeing, digging, planting,
fresh herbs for the Cook, the Witch,
the Flower Faeries and themselves.

"And what about the Faeries of the bushes,
the woodlands, and the forest?"
"Tough," was the They reply.
"They are full well capable
of the planting of their own."

Within our own Fantastical world,
"Beware the Ogre" had been printed
upon transparent billboards, dotted about
the garden and the closest bit of woodland....

These were of crown importance as,
the Ogre had popped a knee and was more than ever
wont to lose his temper,
and take tumble upon tumble,
sempre più frequentamente!!

The Witch and the Wizard -
and his most forgetful friend,
were the only ones resistant to,
an aggravated assault?!

The Elves, the Imps and Pixies
had done their darnedest
to beat him at his "game" but,
had suffered in the process and had retired,
knocked off balance, cockeyed....

Peter & Debbie


21st

"NEWSWEEK"

This month's newsletter.

"Snap Deals" for March on classic pieces - good for 30 days only.

Get them before they're gone . . . . .

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
as we concentrate on scanning
a warning has been issued to ensure we can,
outside in the magic studio garden . . . .

The atmosphere in the garden
had settled down - at least,
mellowed.

The Witch had visibly unbent,
a smile illumined her craggy features.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
were splish splashing one another,
as they raced up, down the garden steam.

The Flower Faeries were listening
to a story which explained the history
of Fantasy beings, read by an ancient crone,
a  tiny, withered person, who,
must once have been beautiful....

The spring sun rose ever higher
in the translucent blue sky, while
the Unicorn and Dragon soared overhead,
then beat a retreat to the hills.

At the appearance of the Cook,
who bore left over food for the compost heap.
She sang out a "Good morning,"
and threw the scraps upon the compost heap, and
waddled indoors to prepare the breakfast.

The Gremlin and the Goblin,
wearing old-fashioned swim ware,
dived into the pond and commenced
their 50 widths of breast stroke and crawl for the day.

Peter & Debbie

20th

"NEWSWEEK"

This month's newsletter.

Your entry-level opportunity to hug an Alien.

"Snap Deals" for March - good for 30 days only.

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
as we concentrate on scanning
a warning has been issued to ensure we can,
outside in the magic studio garden . . . .

The Witch had issued a warning:
if you create bother or pandemonium within the garden
 .... beware.

She had discussed with the Wizard
what repercussions there'd be.
Banishment and exile
were the punishments decided upon.

Tonight, their decision would be explained
in terms understandable, and . . . .
the addition added to those few laws
on the etiquette acceptable within the garden.

The Unicorn, the Gremlin, the Goblin,
the Flower Faeries, the wood Faeries
and the Dragon had nothing to fear.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies, however,
might consider seriously, minding their p's and q's....

The Queen of the Faeries, the Queen of the wood,
their Lords Lieutenants of the Fantasy Kingdoms
and the Officers of Law, were to be briefed and consulted
as to how best to talk to the residents without causing a riot....

Wow!!

Peter & Debbie

19th

"NEWSWEEK"

This month's newsletter.

Get a new bodysuit and a decent ray gun.

"Snap Deals" for March - good for 30 days only.

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
as we try to concentrate on scanning
it was getting uncomfortably noisy
outside in the magic studio garden . . . .
The Ogre (increased) the decibels
of his basso profondo voice.

It echoed throughout the garden and for far beyond.

The Unicorn whinnied and pawed the wet earth,
the Elves, Imps and Pixies put their fingers in their ears.
The Gremlin and the Goblin, well stocked and prepared,
pulled ear plugs from their pockets
and shoved them deeper than deep....

The Witch, casting spells,
cauldron spewing magick,
drew her Witch's hat down more firmly
to drown out the noise.?!

The Ogre paused for a brief moment,
gasping for breath, and
the Witch and the Wizard each grasped a wand.

In stertorous tones, they chanted an ancient Pagan spell
and the Ogre voice became muted, scarce discernible
to the garden's Fantasy creatures....

Peter & Debbie

18th

"NEWSDAY"

This month's newsletter.

"Snap Deals" for March - good for 30 days only.

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art



17th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Early morning walk.

The Stretton Hills.

Spring pastures!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
back at the magic studio garden . . . .

A Goblin hobo stepped through the garden gate.
He was dressed in rags and torn boots,
his hair was filthy and knotted.

The residents of garden stopped and stared.
Together they watched him approach,
in silence or shuffling their damp feet uncomfortably....

The Witch disappeared -
she felt t'would be a judicious move, cos
smelly vagrants clothed in tatters
were scarcely her favourite cup of tea!?

The Wizard directed his magic carpet
to remain hovering above the trees.
The Unicorn cantered across the garden,
through the wood to the fields beyond.

The Flower Faeries fluttered through
the breakfast room's open window, whereupon
they settled upon the polished table,
laid to perfection for the breakfast meal.

The Gremlin and the Goblin banged on the kitchen door.
Finding themselves ignored, they crawled
post haste to the garden shed and,
without hesitation, locked themselves in.

The Dragon materialised overhead
breathing fire, sharp claws extended.
He hovered, wings spread fully,
surrounded by clouds of white/grey smoke.

The hobo Gremlin cried, "Gidday to you, friends.
Canst thou assist me to wash,
lend me a change of clothes
and give me somefink to eat?"

The Flower Faeries, unable to brush and groom the Unicorn,
instead went to his aid, wearing nosepegs and protective gloves.

He was fed by the Witch, hosed down by the Goblin and,
this accomplished, was permitted to sleep in the glass house,
upon dry straw and an old blanket....

Peter & Debbie


16th

"THE COOL WAR"

Recent upload >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa243.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art



15th

"SUN SOARERS"

Recent upload >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa149.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


14th

"WINTER (ISSUE) PASSING . . . "

Utterly, completely, totally, absolutely mega-last chance . . . . .

. . . . to get your copy!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


13th

"RED SKY MORNING"

They say >

"Red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning"

- but it was in fact a beautiful day, yesterday, first real spring-like day.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
it was looking colourful
outside in the magic studio garden . . . .


The Head Gardener was going full throttle,
his orders flying in all directions.
His under gardener assistants
could scarce remember one from t'other....

The Elves were hid within the glass house,
being personae non gratae, underlined, with him?!
The Wizard, aboard his magic carpet,
hovered invisibly overhead.
The Unicorn and "the garden" Dragon
were out of sight beyond the wood.

The Witch had, likewise, shrouded herself
in a cloak of unseeability.

The Flower Faeries flew through the wood,
returning via mid-morning tea
with their friends the wood Faeries.
The Head Gardener had, by then, concluded his rants.

A heavy mist had descended,
out of which in menacing fashion,
the ghostly Wolves and Wolverines approached,
jaws a lather.

Surrounding the Head Gardener,
they moved closer  'til,
sudden aware,
the Head Gardener turned on his heels
and strode into the kitchen garden....

Peter & Debbie


12th

"SOLAR SUNDAY"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_solarwind-2.htm

SOLAR WIND Volume 2.

Now totally, completely, fully, up and running.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art


11th

"SOMETHING DIFFERENT DAY 2"

http://churchstretton.info

A painting in response to a morning walk.

It's that time of year again!

Peter Andrew Jones Church Stretton Shropshire

10th

"SOMETHING DIFFERENT DAY"

http://churchstretton.info

Constructing a local website (just for fun).

If you are local, and have something you want listed, get in touch!

Peter Andrew Jones Church Stretton Shropshire

9th

"DAY OFF DAY"

One of several sculpted faces on Shrewsbury rail station.

I can find no information about same anywhere.

If anyone knows, please get in touch.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Back at the magic studio garden . . . .

The Mole, the Toad and the Water Rat
were en route to the Annual Art Fair,
where hung paintings by the varied and various
garden creatures, themselves from both Fantasy
and Science Fiction....

The way to this Exhibition was bumper
to bumper with Exhibitors and visitors.
The Witch had invited a number of friends,
the Flower Faeries were guests
of the Queen of the Faeries.

The Unicorn bore the elder Elf on his sturdy back and
the "lesser" Elves - and Imps and Pixies
strode briskly at the Unicorn's side.

The evening light glowed bewitchingly,
the breeze stirred the grass, the bushes
and the leaves upon the trees.
The Queen of the wood and
the Queen of the Witches
arrived no end later.

Few creatures saw them.
T'was time to go home....


Peter & Debbie


8th

"PREP DAY for H&V 2"

"THE CURSE OF NAAR"

Final completed scanning -

- for insertion into HEROES & VILLAINS volume 2.

Design & editorial now in final stages . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The premier exhibit was an enormous canvas,
the image depicted was a fantastical abstract.
The visitors descended like foxes upon sheep.
Knee deep they, every on, sought to view
that most "premier" of paintings.

At the end of the day the staff were exhausted,
the visitors departed well satisfied and happy....

The Toad, the Mole and the Water Rat
went to tea with the Witch, the Stoat,
the Weasel and the Ogre.

The Flower Faeries, the wood Faeries,
the Ghosts and  Spectres, let
the wintery breeze waft them
where 'er it t'would carry them.

The Unicorn flew westward t'ward
the setting sun and the
Wizard soared high and headed to the hills,
the plains beyond, to the sea....


Peter & Debbie



7th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO TODAY"

Sunrise wanes, becomes the day.

Soon, there will be flecks of white upon Hazler Hill.

Not snow; Sheep!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the studio . . . .

The wood was awash
with windswept rain.
The trees bent asunder,
their weaker branches torn from hold.
Ianira and Hecate, hid, holding their breath,
in the far reaches of a hole sunk fathomless in the lawn.

The Witch was in the stables,
wrapped close in heavy cloak,
lying upon straw, fresh laid yesterday.
The horses were restive, edgy, unsleeping.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies sat wide-eyed and silent.

In the wood, the Witches were huddled together,
clothed in Witch-style raincoats,
sou'westers and shoes of water reeds
and water lilies.

The Flower Faeries had vanished.
None knew, nor cared
where they were hid.

The Toad, Mole and Water Rat
had taken residence in the greenhouse
and the Ogre lay drenched to the skin,
in his bed beyond the wood.
Jeepers, creepers, ah me ! Egad....


Peter & Debbie


6th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO THIS MORNING"

To say the weather is "changeable" would be an understatement!


But light floods-in from the south.

So, spring is coming . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the studio . . . .

The Elves had gone a hiking,
the Imps were fishing.
The Pixies were still abed,
a long sleep was required!!

The Ogre had fled the garden.
His temper had overreached itself and
his fellow residents had down on him like a ton of bricks....

The Flower Faeries were soothing
a nervous, high-strung Unicorn,
who had encountered a sworn enemy
late last night, whilst traversing
the outer reaches of space at a gallop.

The Witch had concocted
a drinkable by Unicorns beverage.
This would be offered when the time was right!!

The Dragon swept through the low- hanging clouds above,
descended, came into land and toppled over.
It became apparent that something had gone yaw ways,
catawampus with his left leg and foot.

The Witch called a doctor by telepathy.
He arrived quickly, diagnosed a fractured,
bound the leg and foot
and announced that the Dragon
must do nothing 'cept rest....

There would, for sometime,
be scarce room for the others?!


Peter & Debbie


5th

"LONE WOLF - THE CURSE OF NAAR"

From the UK edition.

Final stage of scanning - ready for upload.


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The Queen of the Witches was on the warpath.
Her castle had been flooded when the heavens had opened
and the rains had descended in torrents -
at the behest of the King of Fantasy Land.

She was not able to get her own back,
to respond in any way, so
she shouted at her courtiers and issued contradictory orders
to her Maids in Waiting and her servants.

Encountering the Queen of the Faeries,
she reiterated her woes and
the Queen of the Faeries responded
by assembling a crew of architect/designer, stonemasons,
magickal cement makers and self-styled "finisher."

The Queen of the Witches spent the days of exile from her palace
residing with the Queen of the Faeries in her palace in the hills....


Peter & Debbie


4th

"OUTSIDE THE STUDIO"

Very cold, very crispy, very white!


Ostara struggling still . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The Gremlin had gone "somewhere" for the day,
having been given the offer of a ride on the Dragon's back.

The Goblin had balked for the reasonable reason that,
the Dragon's scales were, at best, incommodious,
disagreeable and rough on one's bottom....

The Unicorn, après grooming, offered him a trip
to the Islands of Faerie Mermaids,
hidden from sight by magick and mist.

The Ogre was exhausted, sleepless and sore,
for he had twisted his ankle -
victim of a rabbit hole?!

The Witch had soothed him and bound the injured ankle tightly,
given him a "feel good" drink and breakfast for two.

Ungrateful, he had stomped to his home through the wood,
knocking his head on a broken, low-growing branch.

The Flower Faeries were still sewing their late winter/
spring outfits of gossamer, spider webs,
dried flowers and tiny leaves.

The Elves practiced archery, pea-shooting and dueling,
their energy being over-powering.

They knew not how to use it up or wear it out, either....


Peter & Debbie


3rd

"A CURSED SCAN"

Again, just joking.

This is stage two of scanning "The Curse of Naar".


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The Queen of the woodlands,
sacred groves and forests,
was of indeterminate age and
possessed a power too great to describe.

The Queen of the Faeries also reigned
with an authority supreme,
refusing to contemplate being second best
in the Fantasy hierarchy.

Their relationship was mercurial,
testy, touchy, volatile
though dignity and discretion
were invariably maintained....

They conferred with regularity,
for both believed that to inform the other
of those thoughts she had had and those actions she must take
was of an absolute priority.

Their coaches were glitzy, their horses magical.
They would walk, ride or be driven,
depending upon the occasion,
their  mood, their duties....


Peter & Debbie


2nd

"OSTARA STILL STRUGGLING"

The view from the studio.

Just when Spring is beckoning, Winter still bares its teeth!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The long winding road stretched before them,
the Stoat and the Weasel and the Water Rat -

The Water Rat would have preferred to
swim up the river. However,
the river was flowing in the opposite direction
and would've taken him on its long,
lengthy journey to the sea?!

An ancient, most venerable, car rolled by,
rocking and rolling, brakes screeching and whining.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies were crammed inside,
the driver just able to reach the wheel.
T'would be a miracle indeed if
its eventual destination was e're reached....

The Unicorn streamed in from far above the clouds,
stood in the centre of the road
and awaited the application of the brakes.
Which never came....

The car hit a hole in the road,
a tyre burst and, deash!

They all tumbled into the road.
And,
where went the car?
Over the hedge and into a field.

Alas, alackaday....


Peter & Debbie


1st

"A CURSED SCAN"

No, just joking.

This is stage one of scanning "The Curse of Naar".

The UK edition.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the scanning room . . . .

The arrival of my sister
in her Aston Martin,
caused discretion in the ranks
of Elves, Imps, and Pixies.

The majority wanted to mar the look of it,
began scratching the paintwork,
and muddying the Windows,
the Elf, Imp, and Pixie "Elders"
demanded they stop....

The Witch was summoned forthwith,
to eradicate the damage by magic.
The appropriate spell was cast, and,
the Elders' sense of fair play was restored.

The Owl slept, the Gnome lit his pipe,
the Flower Faeries carried on
with grooming the Unicorn.
From over the stile, the Goblin loomed,
chased by a much-enraged Ogre?!

Good gracious me....!


Peter & Debbie



February

28th

"OSTARA APPROACHES"

Very, very, very etc etc
last chance to get your Legendary Art Magazine for this quarter.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .

Every one of the strange beasts which had visited the garden
was present this morning for a sort of "get together."

As the morning progressed, tempers frayed and tore,
and at midday precisely, the fights commenced....

No one of the beasts sustained calamitous injury.
Nevertheless, the grass was torn from the earth,
 flowers uprooted, bushes shorn of their leaves.

The dogs had gone out for their morning exercise,
the cats were searching for a morsel other than mice.
The fight threw both dogs and cats into a stew
and the racket was atrocious.

The Cook issued forth from the kitchen in high dudgeon,
wielding her rolling pin and shaking her fist.

Such was the sound of her voice on the wind that,
the fighting stopped and the creatures vanished -
into thin air?!


Peter & Debbie


27th

"OSTARA ON THE HORIZON"

Depending on your location/Hemisphere
the Spring Equinox (Ostara)
can be March 20th/21st/22nd

1 March 2017 is the first day of the meteorological spring

20 March 2017 is the first day of the astronomical spring.

So . . . .

Very last chance to get your Legendary Art Magazine for this quarter.

Spring/Ostara beckoning . . . . .


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .


The Willow tree Faerie and the Faerie of Fruit trees
were off on a jaunt in Faerie hot air balloon.

The Ogre had tried to reach up and grab it,
however,
a gust of wind whisked it beyond
and well above his hammy hand.

The Witch told him off,
denied him his repast,
lest he behave like a gentleman
and not like a thug?!

He was suitably chastised
and sat down with a thump,
asked most courteously for his groundsheet,
rugs and repast.

The Flower Faeries rallied round
to assist with preparations.
The Unicorn waited and waited and awaited,
his brushing down and grooming,
until he decided to fly away
to a land where he was never forgot....


Peter & Debbie


26th

"UPLOAD SUNDAY"

"The Faerie Queen"

The Painting here >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa548.htm

The Book here >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_myths-faeries.htm

From an area not that far from the studio . . . . . .


Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .

The Unicorn had foregone a night
galloping through space, instead,
headed to Pluto at an easy pace.

The Owl had made a promise to himself that,
he'd let the good times roll and take a joy ride
to the moon upon the back of the Unicorn....

Perhaps to celebrate the Summer Solstice when,
the days were light like candy floss
and the nights were After Eights!!

The Ogre dreamed of "other" places
where the dew lay on the grass and,
the Faeries treated him like gold dust and,
he'd been (allotted) a personal manservant....

In times not yet arrived, these things would come about.
In this Fantasy Kingdom, the mysteries of Magick
worked untold wonders, brought untold treats to every creature,
whether naughty, nasty, good, bad or both!!


Peter & Debbie


25th

"UPLOAD DAY"


"The Reluctant Wyvern"


The Painting here >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa546.htm

The Book here >

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_myths-faeries.htm

From an area not that far from the studio . . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .


A Bingo Gala was underway
in these twilight hours of a warming spring day.

The Owl was calling the numbers in his inimitable fashion.
Some comprehended his accent, sustained the rhythm he set.
Others were left far behind, having understood - zilch....

The Flower Faeries ignored the Gala's supposed attraction.
The Toad, Stoat and Water Rat were guests of the Mermaid.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies had tooken most of the seats and
the Ogre was too massive to take a seat at all?!

Twilight drifted into darkness.
Candles were lit and,
the Witch and the Wizard offered Faerie wine and snacks.

The repast completed, the Fantasy night creatures wandered in
to the whispering, mystical, magickal garden....


Peter & Debbie

24th
"FRETFUL FRIDAY"
WINTER (petering out . . .)

Last copies getting shipped out now . . . . . .
get your Legendary Art Magazine for this quarter.

Spring issue bubbling under and beckoning . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .



The Wizard's magick carpet had been stolen, somehow?
He was fearsomely angered, but the carpet would not mind.

Familiarity with its routes had bred boredom, disillusion.
An unknown destination was the carpet's wish.

The Unicorn and the Dragon blew in on the wind,
the Unicorn to be "re-styled," the
Dragon to be hosed down.

The Flower Faeries had decided upon the look they were after.
Every fixin was in its place.
There was more in their stock room.

The Ogre clocked in a smidgeon earlier than was usual.
Today, however, the Witch had organised his bedding,
his breakfast, and hot drink.

The Gremlin had departed upon a voyage
to the Land of Crux Millennium.
The Goblin was sailing to the Isles of Times Past.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies were assembled in the kitchen garden,
undergoing a lesson in Elfin Tai Chi,
to be followed by a yoyo competition....


Peter & Debbie

23rd
"THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY"
"WINTER CLOSING . . . ."

Very last chance to get your Legendary Art Magazine for this quarter.

Spring issuebubbling under and beckoning . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .
The garden had been chopped up, ploughed and furrowed by
the acrobatic gymnastics of Hells Angels
aboard their muscular motorbikes....

The Ogre, the Flower Faeries, the Goblin and the Gremlin,
were sat on the lower branches of the Oak tree - the audience?!

The Ogre was uncomfortable.
Fiddle-de-dee....
Too tall to dodge the higher branches,
too heavy, too clumsy,
to avoid discomfort, minor accidents,
scratches or bruises.

The Witch stood serene, stirring her cauldron,
every so often, sniggering, every so often cackling.
Magick spells swirled on the breeze.
The magick potion frothed.
The Unicorn dropped anchor and,
beside the garden gate,
the Elves, Imps and Pixies
assembled for an expedition to the market -
carrying knapsacks and thumb sticks.

The Dragon was seen, skirting the garden.
Too cumbersome, too gigantic, to cause aught but bother.

Morning flowed into afternoon, afternoon into evening.
Night fell and
the Fantasy night creatures lollygagged into the garden....

Peter & Debbie

22nd
"NEARLY END OF WINTER . . . ."

Last chance to get your Legendary Art Magazine for tis quarter.

Spring issue on the design drawing board right now . . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .
An old-fashioned Gremlin dressed in leather
entered the garden, sporting plus fours and gaiters.

The Witch was impressed, the Flower Faeries, too.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies ignored him for they were with it?!

The Gremlin, whose close friend the old-fashioned gentleman was,
greeted him warmly and they sat down to talk.

The Ogre chose this moment to trundle grouchily to his resting place,
paying no attention to anything or anybody else.

Breathing a sigh, his face darkened in anger.
The groundsheet and blankets had not yet been arranged,
neither had his breakfast been prepared.

He threw himself Dow on the sodden grass,
kicked his shoes off and threw them anywhere.

They hit the Gremlins four square in the face.
They leapt to their feet and without more to do,
hailed the newly arrived Dragon and demanded he give them what for.

The Dragon breathed fire, lashed the Ogre with his tail and,
that was the end of the Ogre's daily sleep under the Oak....

Peter & Debbie

21st
"TERRIFFIC TUESDAY"

"COOLING OFF . . . ."

Last chance to get your Legendary Art Magazine for this quarter.

Spaceshps, Monsters, Wtches, Gremlins, Godesses and . . . . .

How DO we do it ? ! ?

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the editorial room . . . .

Will o the Wisp was studying a map of the world  -
a world of humans and that of myths.
The Witch came to join him and opened her manual
on the world of magick and fantastical creatures.
Both deeply absorbed, neither saw nor heard,
the approach of a swashbuckling Musketeer of times past.
He arrived with a swirl of his recherché cloak,
sword in hand, plumbed hat upon head and,
gauntlets of leather protecting transparent hands.
The Flower Faeries disbanded, discomposed and confused.
The Elves, Imps and Pixies stood transfixed,
rooted to the spot.
The Ogre emerged from the dark, gloomy wood.
Noticing nothing, he crossed the grass and blundered
straight into the Musketeer.
The Wizard, upon his magick carpet,
coasted down and landed,
just in time to prevent a sword fight....

Peter & Debbie

20th
"MOODLIN' MONDAY" (It's Bostin)

Trip (3 days off!) to Birmingham.

Just down the hill, from the Bull Ring, Birmingham, England
is this Statue of Horatio Nelson by Richard Westmacott, RA (1775–1856).

Love the composition!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Back at the studio . . . .
An Ogre Spectacular?!
A modernistic, cutting edge, Fashion Show and Art Exhibition....

The Flower Faeries, the Wood Faeries,
the Faerie designer of high-end clothes and the Witch,
had spent hours and days  arranging the 2-day extravaganza
in minute detail.

The Ogre, bless his cotton socks,
couldn't get his head around the news and,
denied access to his bed space underneath the Oak,
stomped wrathfully through the wood, hitting trees to left and right....

So overwrought was he that, the path along which he cleaved
was marked by extra-heavy footprints, carved deep into the earth....

Peter & Debbie

19th
"SLOWDOWN SUNDAY"

Trip (3 days off!) to Birmingham.

Went to see the Staffordshire Hoard & The PreRapaelites collection.

And . . .
this sculpture in the central fountain to the Square
is by Artist Dhruva Mistry titled "The River".

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile
Back at the studio . . . .
The Elves were off to visit Krakow,
magickal city - and -
with a Dragon,
or dragons resident!!

The garden Dragon had been there
to holiday with an Uncle,
an Aunt, 6 cousins and a step-sister....
He recommended the city,
the surrounding landscapes he sighed over.

He described the ghosts,
the breathing gargoyles
and the simmering atmosphere.
He warned of the olden times ghosts
who did not like Fantasy creatures....

The Witch had, earlier, ridden otherwhere,
upon the back of a saddleless, reinless, Unicorn.

The Wizard swept into the garden, swore,
and without a clue as to which direction the Unicorn had taken,
he commanded of the carpet - "Go thata way."

The Flower Faeries floated upon the air currents,
flitted round the garden and, without more ado,
flew through the low clouds to take the sun and settle to rest....

Peter & Debbie

18th
"SELECTIVE SATURDAY (News)"

Further books news

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

This month's newsletter.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the newsroom . . . .
The Faerie of Wisteria
was filing her nails,
pomading her hair
with a light film of gold powder.

Her costume of violet petals,
pink spiderwebs of gossamer,
slippers of thin tree bark,
a Faerie cap of snowdrops,
left the Flower Faeries envious,
or the equivalent thereof....

The Elves clustered round,
the Pixies pressed forward,
the Imps squeezed themselves
into the crowd of curious garden dwellers
and craned their necks to obtain a clearer view.

The Ogre stopped short of his bed beneath the Oak.
"Where ist the Witch, my day bed and my breakfast?"

The Witch had received
an urgent summons from a witch's coven
resident in the Land of Magickal Gobstoppers.

She had seized her broomstick,
her hat and magick wand and
had flown by the speed of light to their aid.

The Ogre, he was told,
must (put up with) Faerie grub.
His drink would be orange tea,
not sweet pear wine....

The Unicorn whinnied, snorted,
implying that he felt left out.
The Flower Faeries had forgot
to groom him this morning?!

Peter & Debbie

17th
"NEWSDAY"
Further books news

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

This month's newsletter.

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the newsroom . . . .
The Mermaid was bathing
in the frigid water of the woodland pond.
The fish swam at the nethermost depth of the pond.
Purblindly, the Mole, Toad and
the Water Rat dived in -
to win a bet?!

By a hairbreadth, the Mermaid
avoided being drowneded?!

The Witch was washing her laundry
in one of her divers cauldrons.
The Wizard had added
his dirty clothes to the pile.

The Witch stirred
the magick soap and glared.
It passed all common sense
to leave to others chores
you could do for yourself.

The Flower Faeries were grooming -
and brushing down the Unicorn.
Today, the embellishments would include
pink, white and red ribbons,
with silver glitter in mane and tail....

The Ogre had decided that he, too,
required "up grading," and
badgered the Flower Faeries to design
and throw together a suitable outfit to wear.
One that would not kablooey
and wrinkle as he slept on the grass?!

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
lay sprawled upon the lawn.
Woken early by the Owl
whoop whooping,
they had postponed until later
the tricks and ballyhoo
they had formulated.

The ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines,
Ghosts and Spectres sashayed through the garden
on their way to the hills.
The garden routine continued
till the Elves let rip with
their maelstrom of naughtinesses....

Peter & Debbie

16th
"NEWSDAY"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

This month's newsletter.

Books news

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the newsroom . . . .
Clever Clarissa, the prodigal Faerie,
of braininess supreme and
an extravagantly wide range of Honours results,
was due to fly off to the Fantasy Land University.

Which subjects she'd study,
being proficient in so many, was
for the garden residents to take bets on
and Clarissa to chose....

The Witch scoffed and sniffed.
Of what use was education?
She had lived through untold centuries
and still and all, was learning something new
each hour, everyday....?!

The Ogre had been "excluded"
when he was only 6 years old,
and had put book learning and
life learning out of his mind.

The Elves, Imps and Pixies
didn't give  a stuff and,
the Unicorn, the Weasel,
the Toad and the Water Rat....
and the rest,
were busy enough co-habiting
to ride herd upon?!

Peter & Debbie

15th
"NEWSDAY"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/lists.htm

This month's newsletter.

Last chance for this quarter's Magazine Issue

and . . .

Books news

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
Outside the newsroom . . . .
"Y'all must know that I am here -
forever and ay,"
drawled the eastern cottontail,
a mere commoner
among the Fantasy creatures
in the garden and worse,
he was real?!

The Witch spun her magick wand,
chanted a spell and, topple up tail,
the cottontail vanished, to
re-appear momentarily,
mystifyingly mystical....

The Unicorn and garden residents
welcomed him kindheartedly,
cordially.

The Ogre warned him:
"Steer clear of the dogs,
the cats and Elves,
Imps and Pixies.
Emphasis on Elves!"

Peter & Debbie

14th
"TERRIFIC TUESDAY (on Monday)"

Even we have a day off (well, kind of).

A day in Shrewsbury.

Well, it was Valentine's Day after all.

OK, well thruth is, it became Valentine's week.

So we got a bit behind with blogging.

:)

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

Meanwhile,
away from the battlements,
and back at the studio . . . .
The Elves, Imps and Pixies -
or those so inclined -
were being put through their paces
by an instructor of body building.

The instructor was a tartar,
push, push, push, push.
Even the Elves found themselves
wilting under the hammer.

The Unicorn watched as
he munched upon the grass.
The Flower Faeries watched
and waited for the "end of innings" bell.
It was indubitable, obvious,
that their ministrations would be called for!!

The Witch assembled an après class snack,
the emphasis she placed,
fair and square on drinks....
The instructor was, at long last,
winding down to relaxation.
Collapsing in a heap,
the participants closed their eyes.
A hush descended,
soft snores were heard - then,
"Drinks and a snack are ready
for everyone of you, should you wish."
Bouncing to their feet,
the Elves, the Imps and Pixies,
with one accord fell over themselves
to be first in the queue....

Peter & Debbie

13th
"MOODLING MONDAY"

Sometimes, if drawing gets demanding, coffee is needed.

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

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

 :)

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

12th
"SNOWY SUNDAY"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

End of Faerie tale.

Peter & Debbie

11th
"SNOWY SATURDAY"

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

Just appreciating the day . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

10th
"UPLOAD! "
Website catalogue update >
http://www.peterandrewjones.net/paintings_science_fiction/swa243.htm

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

8th
0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The creatures of the garden finally ceased the be scared.

Peter & Debbie

7th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

Peter & Debbie

6th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

5th
"SLOW-DOWN SUNDAY"

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

Just appreciating the day . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

4th
"SUMPTUOUS SATURDAY"

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

Sunlight!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie
3rd
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

2nd
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

1st
"WINDY WEDNESDAY"

The view from the studio today . . . . .

Monochrome!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

January 2017
31st
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

30th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

29th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

indeed to goodness....

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

27th
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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