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"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


Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

Enjoy his full blog @

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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 @

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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)


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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 @

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"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!)


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

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.

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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!

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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!

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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


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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


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29th

"A NEW CHALLENGE"

New commission started.

The Queen of The Wood.

Initialisation concept (thumbnail sketch).

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28th

"SPRING ISSUE"

Grrrrrrrr !

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

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27th

"! ! !"

He's back.

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


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26th

"SPRING ISSUE"

Expaaaaaaandiiiiiing !

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


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25th

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

The constant contrast of  . . . .

The Stretton Hills.

Visual magic.

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24th

"SPRING ISSUE"

With a slightly wider genre streeeeeeeetch !

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


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23rd

"STUDIO VISITOR"

A new visitor to the daily wildlife food table.

Modifications needed (to attract small birds back)
.


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22nd

"SPRING ISSUE"

Out now.

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

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21st

"THE VIEW FROM THE STUDIO"

Snow!.

On the Stretton Hills.

Spring ?

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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

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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

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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 . . . . . .

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17th

"NEARLY THAT TIME AGAIN"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_myths-rhiannon.htm

Time to get the quarterly magazine together . . . . . .

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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

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15th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-4.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

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14th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-3.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

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13th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

http://www.peterandrewjones.net/drawings-2.htm

Scanning continues . . . . .

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12th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

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

Still . . . . working on scanning . . . . .

of selection of drawings for upcoming newsletter.

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11th

THE STUDIO GUARDIANS

Spring awakens them - their task?

To defend the studio & The Magic Garden against harsh winds . . . .

And welcome the sun!

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10th

THE VIEW AROUND THE STUDIO

On the way to Shrewsbury

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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.

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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.

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8th

"MEGA DRAWINGS NEWS"

BIG . . . . selection of drawings in upcoming newsletter.

Now being put together . . .

+ big website upload coming too.

Mega!

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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)

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6th

"ALWAYS CARRY A SKETCHBOOK!"

Always, always, always (that means always) carry a sketchbook.

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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)

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4th

"A MAGIC DOOR"

St Mary's Church - Nantwich

Seen on a day research trip.

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3rd

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

Again, the plaque says it all . . . . .

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2nd

"EN PLEIN AIR TRIP"

The plaque says it all . . . . .

Nothing is permanent, except change.


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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 . . . . . ?

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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 . . . . .

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30th

"WEBBY WEDNESDAY!"

Core Website update >

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

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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.


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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"

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This month's newsletter.

Books news

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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"

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This month's newsletter.

Last chance for this quarter's Magazine Issue

and . . .

Books news

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

8th
0 BLOG DO ESTUDIO

Blog by Pedro Panhoca, our Brazilian game development partner >

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The creatures of the garden finally ceased the be scared.

Peter & Debbie

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

Peter & Debbie

6th
"UPLOAD! "
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Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

5th
"SLOW-DOWN SUNDAY"

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

Just appreciating the day . . . .

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

4th
"SUMPTUOUS SATURDAY"

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

Sunlight!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie
3rd
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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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Meanwhile,
through the night
outside the studio . . . .
Over the moon and riding shooting stars,
wandering through space with a Fantasy alien
as their non-Earthling guide.

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

1st
"WINDY WEDNESDAY"

The view from the studio today . . . . .

Monochrome!

Peter Andrew Jones Fantasy Art

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

29th
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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.

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

Peter & Debbie

26th
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Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The Mermaid had designed a most delightful shell mosaic,
which circled the pond in the wood and the pond in the garden.

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

25th
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Meanwhile,
outside the studio . . . .
The Goblin and the Gremlin
were scraping twigs together.
Why?
In order to light a fire
for warmth and snugness.

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

23rd
"I CAN ONLY GUESS"

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

Seen on a day research trip.

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

21st
"EVER WATCHFUL"

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

20th
"ROUGH & RAW"

Sometimes it starts with just a thumbnal scribble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

19th
"DRAGONS ALL AROUND"

There are Dragons everywhere.

You just have to look.

This one, in town center, Stafford.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

18th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

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Advancing slowly.
Early stages.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

17th
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

16th
"MAGICAL MONDAY"

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

15th
"SNOWY SUNDAY"

Snow still lingering around the studio.

But the inhabitants are relaxed about it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bye bye et heureuse nouvelle année!!

Peter & Debbie

14th
"MOON PHASE SATURDAY"

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

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

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

Chi sa perché?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He burnt his nose....

Peter & Debbie

13th
"SNOWY FRIDAY"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

12th
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It's DARK

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

10th
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Beat the Blues  . . . .

How ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

9th
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Meanwhile . . .
The garden was devoid of every fantasy creature.
Nor were the Birds of Rhiannon expected....

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

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

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

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

Olé!!

Peter & Debbie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The warm summer day drew to a close.
A half cut down tree and a new-planted sapling,