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" TIME TRAVEL FRIDAY " THE BIRTHPLACE
Commissioned new version underway.
Metalpoint in pure Gold.
Might look something like this . . . . . . .
Meanwhile In the birthplace that is our magic studio garden . . . .
Sometime ago, the weather clement, I'd planted another Oak, an Ash, a Mimosa, a Monkey tree and beautiful, cascading bush, which tumbled gracefully down the tall, old kitchen garden wall . . . .
The Ghosts were given boxing gloves, transformed by magic to transparency . . . .
The Ogre was jealous as could be, so I built him a covered platform down low in the Oak. The Werewolves and the Wolverines settled for transparent caves, which appeared to them only when the rains swept in, a tempest raged . . . .
For myself, I did not care, for behind me was a "for tree" house ! ! Debbie & Peter
19th " TIME TRAVEL THURSDAY " THE FEMALE MAN
Commissioned new version underway.
Always fun to re-think and re-work.
Gives the opportunity to time travel, back and forth !
Meanwhile In from our magic studio garden domestics are the focus of the day . . . .
The Faeries were hard at work, cleaning the staircase carpet. After yesterday's coffee morning, the stains of coffee cups knocked over, slurped with vigour and spilt, showed full blast all the way, from top of the staircase to bottom . . . .
The Witch offered no such help, choosing oblivious disinterest . . . . The Ogre stomped across the garden, nose a'streaming, eyes ditto! Obviously feeling "under the weather," he sought a conflab with the Witch.
The dogs were not in best of moods - their last-night's sleep had been disturbed. Snarling, scowling, 'twas not long before they "went for" a lone, elderly, Elf . . . . Oh, dear ! ! Debbie & Peter
18th " WATCHFUL WEDNESDAY " Worlds
collided, stars erupted, species were, and then were not; were formed,
lived, died and were absorbed, and rose again. The universe expanded
and then again, maybe contracted in its own unfathomable way and all
was as it was meant to be, a thing of power, energy and beauty . . . .
. . .
But . . . beware - and be watchful for the Spiral Wind is near at hand. . . .
This dark and blustery winter morning, I went downstairs a trifle later.
The broad and elegant, sweeping staircase was adorned by Elves and Faeries, Pixies, Imps, the Gnome, some ghosts and, how they'd entered, birds of Rhiannon?!..
The chitter chatter of Elves and Faeries, celestial bird song, and mythical creatures, woke the day to a magic-like feel . . . .
Out in the garden, the Ogre was snoring beneath the dripping, clothe less Oak.
The Wolverines were in the wood, the Werewolves absent - gone a-hunting? From the kitchen garden rose a plume of delicately scented smoke, the Witch pursuing her daily task of weaving artful magic spells . . . . Debbie & Peter
17th " SOLAR TUESDAY "
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Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden fashion, is the focus of the day . . . .
The Flower Faeries, whatever the nature of "their own," changed the design, colour, and length of the chosen dress. They mixed and matched whatever leaves, plants or flowers for which it was the season.
The Witch was also fashion-conscious - quite unlike her many kin. I found the "fashionable parade," a most attractive sight!!
The Ogre, blissfully self-satisfied, wore this and that, and the other. Usually mis-matched, torn, discoloured . . . . As long as he could sleep under the Oak tree, he really could could not care or worry . . . .
This morning, having slept well, I issued forth to greet my friends. The Werewolves bayed, the Wolverines howled - otherwise the mood was blissful . . . . Debbie & Peter
16th " SOLAR MONDAY " 83 days and counting (down). Are you ready? Will you be one of the very few proud owners, of VOLUME 2 of the classic series . . . . . . . . ?
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends clearing up, after the night of all Hallows . . . .
The Wizard, curious to poke his nose in climbed the Oak, right to the top, chose a comfortable pew arranged his cloak . . . . He blinked each eye, then both together. 20/20 vision clear, he bent his head, focused.
The Faeries, their duties done, sewed and darned and, or, embroidered. (To tell the truth, they had mind to groom the magic Unicorn).
The Werewolves coursed across the lawn, destination? The "field of pheasants . . . . " The Wolverines would, doubtless join the "Merry band of Robin Hood!!" (Wolf in chief)
Ecstatic giggles from the Faeries, ushered in the Unicorn. Snorting, tossing mane and tail, he began his early morning repast. Alas . . . . End of breakfast, end of patience, the Faeries crept up, armed with comb and brush.
In dire temper, the Unicorn took off, and, in his place came - why? The Queen of our particular garden!! Debbie & Peter
Out in the garden early, over-early ! ! No sign of life or activity . . . . The molehills were popping up everywhere. One must look out for rabbit holes, too!
A fox had very evidently paid us a visit, an otter or two were ensconced in the reeds. In the boughs of the Oak tree Rhiannon's birds sang. The Owl had yet to return from his predatory excursions.
I entered the almost barren kitchen garden an there, wrapped in a rainbow-hued cloak of Angora rabbit hair, she was lighting a fire beneath the cauldron.
Sensing my presence, she smiled a "Witch's smile," showing wrinkles, long white teeth, a pointed nose, which twitched in disapproval . . . .
I retired forthwith, crossed the lawn to the wood. Miniature wildlife creatures scuttled away to their smug, hidden hidey holes Debbie & Peter
14th " SHATTERED SATURDAY " Just 13 days now . . . . . . . and counting (Friday the 13th was less of a worry). Be sure to protect yourself . . . . from the coming of the Spiral Wind . . . . . .
Meanwhile, the Garden Witch has issues of her own . . . . .
The future is opaque as far as schedules go . . . . I am off to distant lands, To follow the ancient Silk Road!
After that, who knows? The Yellow Brick Road or, what remains of the legendary Route 66 . . . .
Come hell or high water, this I do know - Whatever the outcome, my future is now ! ! Debbie & Peter
13th
" SHATTERED FRIDAY " Just 14 days now . . . . . . .
and counting (down). Be sure to protect yourself . . . . from the coming of the Spiral Wind . . . . . .
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
Banshees and Leprechauns, miniature Irish ponies, winter-haired, tough . . . . In my dreams I became overlord of Blarney Castle.
Instead, priority no.1 for today, was to withstand the force of the, unexpected, typhoon(?)
The magical creatures, even the Elves, had felt its approach, ever more forcefully. The Witch and Magician had constructed a shelter, built to withstand the most violent of tempests.
The Queen of the Faeries, imperious, commanding, laid down her rules for what should/should not be . . . . The Owl blinked several times, re-entered his "house," head under wing, he slept deeply, at ease.
Everything, anything, had been tied down and covered with ground sheets and/or tarpaulin. The Unicorn, the Werewolves, Wolverines, ghosts, disappeared in a shower of lyrical sound . . . .
If, and, and maybe, this does occur, ongoing bulletins will follow. (Plus a detailed "damage" report)! I'll re-open communication - adapt . . . . Debbie & Peter
12th " TIMETABLE THURSDAY " All projects are now scheduled into the studio workflow.
Paint is mixed and tubed. Pencils sharpened. And more. Off we go . . . . . .
Meanwhile, while we get back to work . . . . .
A warm November morning. So far 'tis almost summer! . . . . I wandered out to walk the lanes. jump puddles, slosh through mud, cross fields. Continue on till bored or tired, rest and wander slowly back . . . . Along the way I glimpsed Field Faeries, Imps and Elves and Pixie folk. The birds of Rhiannon serenaded me, wheeling, soaring overhead.
Behind a hedge a cough, deep and Ogre-like in volume. Creeping closer, I craned my neck . . . .when, an Ogre, stood up. Cradled in his arms there slept a small, pink-spotted, baby Dragon!!
With tender care and watchful footing he scaled the hedge, and lumbered off.
A field mouse crept up a stork of grass. It bent right over, the mouse went too, landing head-first on its nose
A wood lay further along the valley, blue hills rose still and calm and ancient. I stood awhile, drank in the peace, turned homewards, Faeries following behind . . . .
And another surprise visitor - a Pheasant ! Debbie & Peter
11th " BACK TO WORK WEDNESDAY " Time to "Get the lead out" (apologies to John Wayne) but it helps to think of wild west movies when (re-starting) the workload ahead is "wild" !
Meanwhile, while we were away "on the town" . . . . .
Went to the Tower of London. Nobody imprisoned there at this moment in history, but, just wait and see . . . . One never can tell, one cannot know, what the future may bring!!
Students, young and eager, ready "to go," slip with facility between their own language and English. They are sure of the courses they wish to follow. Determined, committed, lighthearted, they work like Trojans to achieve their objectives by day . . . . In the evening they "chill out," let their hair down, meet their friends for drinks or a meal - or both ! ! Debbie & Peter
10th " RETURNING TUESDAY " Perhaps we need to return home now and add some human management to the magic studio garden ? ! ?
Meanwhile . . . . .
Stars? Moon? Hidden by city lights... Cars - OK, Bicycles? So-so. And, Buses? No cash allowed, trains? Thus far . . . . not too bad.
The Witch, in her wisdom, travels by broom. The Faeries fly, (unless offered a lift in my car). The Elves, Pixies. Imps, the Goblin and Ogre never really sort themselves out. Each to his own. What is wrong about that?
This morning, the Magician, with a singular guffaw, swept down to land, misjudged . . . . and, made a grand curtain call upside down in the pond.
The Werewolves an Wolverines, ghosts that they be. planted themselves firmly where no creature could touch them . . . . Debbie & Peter
9th " MANAGERIAL MONDAY " Perhaps we need to return home now and add some human management ? ! ?
Meanwhile
We've left our magic studio garden friends behind
to tend the magic garden
while we go out into the world beyond . . . .
The Faeries perched themselves upon each shoulder, and my head. We took the Underground to where my business must be concluded. Once there, they investigated everything . . . .
When all was done, signed and sealed, we found our way to the city zoo. They really didn't know what to do, how to do it!!
A Llama chose to spit at me - after that the Faeries were fine (?) A little shopping, a snack then, catch the train to home, sweet home!! Debbie & Peter
8th " GIVE ME A HAND SUNDAY " I do hope they are managing in our absence ? ! ?
Meanwhile
We've left our magic studio garden friends behind
to tend the magic garden
while we go out into the world beyond . . . .
Would you believe that, who knows why, the Faeries have accompanied me to the "big smoke ! ! " I'm here to carry out some business, important, but, a duty for which I have scant regard . . . .
The Faeries are wispy, translucent, hidden, from any outside interference. Their company is calming, enthusiastic, entertaining . . . !
The Elves cajoled and begged me - take us with you, please . . . . I refused. The Witch was able to distract them. She wove a spell, and, (to my relief, they were distracted).
The noise, the traffic, the business of the "big smoke" city life, scared the Flower Faeries witless . . . . They'll be pleased to get back home ! ! Debbie & Peter
7th " DEEP RED SATURDAY "
Time for a break, after so much catalogue work !
Meanwhile
We've left our magic studio garden friends behind
to tend the magic garden
while we go out into the world beyond . . . .
A day in the City. By gum! Rush, rush for the underground train you must catch, or the slow-moving bus which arrives when the jam-packed traffic allows . . . .
I did spend an enjoyable morning with my agent and publisher. Now back to the task of writing three books!!
The Witch is quite pro to lend some assistance, the Wizard/Magician will lend me an ear. The Elves are preoccupied with dreaming up themes which, with dedication and know-how, they enact to cause mayhem . . . .
Today, the Faeries flew off at break of day, to visit their kith and kin who live close to the sea . . . . Debbie & Peter
6th " AWESOME FRIDAY " Yes ! Even yet more pieces added to the online cataloque !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden the mist blots out the world beyond . . . .
Twisted words, double meanings, accept the generous gifts we give you . . . . . Broadband? Reception? Are you joking?!!
This morning, fit to bust, I turned off both radio and tried and trusted, mobile phone . . . . . Relief!!
The art of telepathic talk must surely be within coo-ee distance? Instead, I shut my eyes and counted sheep. When I got to 85, calm, sweet calm, restored . . . .
The day proved mild, (worth staying out). The garden was choke full of magic! Faeries, Elves, the Unicorn, Ogre, Owl and, Witch, mingled - not a a temper-tantrum.
Even tide, a starless night, both fell without a noise, serenely. Standing at the garden door, breathing deeply, sighing, to my consternation, a hullabaloo broke out.
Comets shot across the heavens, pandemonium shook the Oak. The Magician, Wizard had crash landed - end of fence . . . . Debbie & Peter
5th " AWESOME THURSDAY " Yes ! Even more pieces added to the online cataloque !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden the mist blots out the world beyond . . . .
Work fini, Reading in. The Elves need a lesson in piping down . . . .
To my relief, and edification, they'd been up all night, so, a peaceful day(?!) Who knew?
Ensconced in an enormous chair, beside an old- fashioned open fire, I chose a book, and settled back, opened it, page 1.
A rustle, tapping, scuffling, shuffling, on the other side of the closed door . . . . And ? Irritated, I got to my feet, opened the door to see Imps and Brownies, the Goblin, Pixies craning forward awaiting me. I bellowed, "Go!! They scattered . . . . Following the "last man out," I went outside to greet the Faeries.
Each, and every one was immersed, learning how to cast Witch-like spells. I stayed . . . . Debbie & Peter
4th " AWESOME WEDNESDAY " Yet more pieces added to the online cataloque.
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden the mist blots out the world beyond . . . .
Straight t'wards the far horizon sped Rhiannon's magical birds . . . . The world was filled with rainbow colours, a mellow sunlight lit the sky.
The Pixies blew sweet peas through short bamboo plant-props. The Owl slept peacefully in the Oak.
The Witch, Magician, Ogre, Goblin, flew pristine broomsticks high above the house and garden.
Wolverines an Werewolves slept. The Imps, already bored, climbed unbidden through a window in search of left over sweets. They found, upon the hallway table, those from Halloween night . . . . These disappeared into their pockets, the gobstoppers into their cheeks.
The Faeries, be-decked in winter fashions, perched atop the roots of leafless, woodland trees. Tiny creatures, darkness done, crept into holes and comfy nests . . . . Debbie & Peter
3rd " AWESOME TUESDAY " More pieces added to the online cataloque.
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden the mist blots out the world beyond . . . .
The mist had blotted out every corner of the landscape - Curtain closed! What next? Ah ha, I know, where's my trusty Davy lamp?
To the garden shed I went, found the lamp, Voila . . . .
Wide-eyed Flower Faeries, tis was Pixies, grey, smokey Werewolves, stared, hypnotised, transfixed . . . . The Witch, in a cloak of thick merino wool, warmed herself near, near her fire.
The Owl, snug - the door was closed - hooted disdain and "who cares-ness."
The dogs hared round the wood, barking, growling, panting. Ghosts and Spectres, bats and Ogre did their bit to liven up the ever-increasing obscurity.
I walked, trotted, jogged, ran, sprinted, energy spent . . . . Study, work!! Debbie & Peter
2nd " SHATTERED MONDAY " 25 days and counting (down).
To the unveiling of the truth.
Are you ready ?
Will you be safe. . . . from the Spiral Wind . . . . ?
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
Today proved very, very interesting . . . . whirling Dervish-like thoughts ideas a pouring from where they're stashed . . . .
Awakening, and rising before the crowing of the rooster, I went downstairs and issued forth to breathe fresh air and, clear my fuzzy, befogged brain . . . .
The Owl breezed in, the Faeries slept, the Ogre was snoring beneath the Oak. Sparkling Faeries tip-toed forth, giggling, whispering, prepared to enjoy whatever the rest of the day might bring . . . .
The Elves, Imps, Pixies, the Goblin - and a proved last, (but not least), to appear. With an elegant display of aerial gymnastics, the Unicorn landed and folded its wings, careful to avoid those, too meticulous, busy, beings, the Flower Faeries!!!
I lifted my gaze to "read the sky," the sky - 'twas still dark, cloudless, no stars to be seen . . . . A solitary bird call, the sound of a crash (?) Who should trip down the garden shed step, fall flat on her face, swear like a trooper? The Witch . . . .
With that the first scene in the "Play for today," began - clearly to become an unforgettable day!! Debbie & Peter
1st " SOLAR (100) SUNDAY " 100 days and counting (down). Are you ready? Will you be one of the very few proud owners, of this new addition to the classic series . . . . . . . . ?
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
The gloves are off, the Witch and Elves, Pixies, Imps and Goblin, Wizard, too, were settling in to a good, strong bout of Boxing, barehanded, as it used to be . . . .
The Werewolves and the Wolverines, cloaked in translucent ghostliness, took positions "in the wings," and, sat, eagerly awaiting the outcome of the 3-round match . . . .
The Referee - the Owl, of course, followed every move closely . . . . When one and all lay prone, exhausted, his decision? Both parties, draw . . . .
My friend had missed a veritable display of a variation on the theme of how to start the day . . . .
His loss!! Debbie & Peter
October 2015 Blog
31st " THE EVE OF ALL HALLOWS " A superb piece of art !
Beautifully carved and illuminated pumpkin.
Courtesy of Laura @ The Bucks Head in Church Stretton.
Excellent !
(c) Laura 2015
31st " SIGNIFICANT SATURDAY " It's newsletter time again !
More de-archived classics.
1st come, first served.
One-time-only offerings . . . . . . .
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
A very close and dear friend had arrived to stay and work. His job entailed articles on anthropology, chiefly African and Asian.
He usually spent most of each day locked behind the study door so, why he came I know not . . . . perhaps was for a change of scene(?)
I, as usual in the breakfast room, becoming bored, went out to see what maybe was being wrought and found the Unicorn had got a hat on! (The Faeries had decided that, on the night of Halloween the Unicorn should don some sort of weird costume . . . .
The Elves had nicked some leftover bread they'd found when roaming round the kitchen. Presently, the entertainment was, throwing crumbs for the birds to feed on. When the birds were pecking, and stuffing themselves as full as full, the Elves began to play "scare these hoodlums just for fun."
The Faeries, in the kitchen garden, were grouped around the Witch to watch the glittering magical spell arising from the cauldron into the delicately scented air.
Ghostly Werewolves lay resting, after a busy night. They'd gone into our Parish church and passed the hours in the crypt.
The Unicorn had had enough. Ridding himself of a Pixy's cap, he spread his wings, the Faeries sighed regretfully.
Opening the garden doors, my guest came through to join me. With him came the dogs . . . . End of action. Debbie & Peter
30th " ANNUAL FRIDAY " Overall (front & back/contents) shot of the 2016 calendar.
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
The Faeries felt that they must change their costumes everyday . . . . . such was their discomfort with the prevailing damp (?)
The Elves, on the other hand, were content to let whatever the weather have its way . . . . . And, our garden Unicorn . . . . . ? He had only to express himself - the Flower Faeries did the rest!
The Witch took refuge in the garden shed. Werewolves, Wolverines and Ghosts. Debbie & Peter
28th " ANNUAL WEDNESDAY " It's calendar time ! (limited edition, of course).
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
I sauntered through the garden, this misty, dewy, morning . . . . taking in the silence, the coolness, and the charm.
Times there definitely be, when sorting out, a schedule is, (underlined), important . . . . Today was certainly not!!
'Twas for me an early rising, to savour words and set those down which, made my taste buds zing with "Wow ! !"
The Elves had not yet risen, the Faeries resting, still asleep. Somewhere, Witch and Warlock muttered, twisted meanings, confusing facts.
The Unicorn, flying low, unheeding, knocked their colourful hats off, squashed them . . . .
Ah, me ! ! Debbie & Peter
27th " CHAOTIC TUESDAY " This
time we were ready for them, rather than wait for them to wreak their
special brand of destruction and devastation upon us we went out to
dark space.
When
they emerged from the yellow pustule that was their dimension’s probe
into ours, they assembled, they clustered, they sheathed the world;
denied it light. So far it was the forests that had suffered worst
though men and animals were certainly feeling the effects of a dramatic
loss of light. It was chaos.
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The Unicorn was whining, fretfully. Reared up and soared away . . . . The Faeries ministrations were more than he could take!!
The Witch, resplendent in Royal purple, watched, and tossed her spells into the still, warm, sultry air.
Faeries skittered here, there, dressed for this Indian summer weather . . . . Elves swam and dived, played water polo, Stirring up the wee, small fish.
A magnificent Magician appeared from deep within the wood . . . . Landed on the dark green lawn, showering the grass with golden magic!!
I stood, transfixed, the Witch screeched, ghosts scattered, The Owl, with avian frown, took wing, disappeared across our field . . . .
That was that(?) Debbie & Peter
26th " INVASION MONDAY " When
they came, they came in their thousands and thousands, possibly even
the millions, erupting from dark space like pustules on the surface of
a new born baby or some aquatic disease that had bubbled up from the
sea bed to burst upon the surface of the world.
Yes. But - This time we were ready for them . . . . . .
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
Writing quickly, lots of dashes punctuation forgotten, I drafted, altered, edited, the current article commissioned . . . .
A crash, a bang, what on earth? Oh no, the Elves and Pixies, Goblin, Imps, were stampeding round the house(!?)
The dogs joined in, my concentration disappeared straight up the chimney . . . . then, the mobile hooted a la car horn. Answering, my sister bellowed, "I'm coming over to tea . . . . "
The phone went dead and, stone the crows, all my plans went up in smoke... I heard the songs of Rhiannon's birds through the open breakfast room. The music rose, lyrical, ever rhythmic, drawing me to the garden door and out on to the dew-clothed lawn . . . .
The Faeries, bereft of speech, perched along an Oak tree branch, and listened, craning forward. The Owl, resting, moved to the rhythm, the Unicorn danced and trotted, flew upwards, swooped, wings glittering, nostrils flared . . . .
The Witch stirred and smelled, adjusted, the simmering brew within her cauldron. Into the garden, ready for action, stomped the Ogre - glowering.
That was that, he'd taken over . . . . Silence fell, duty called . . . .
Debbie & Peter
25th " RECTIFICATION SUNDAY " LONE WOLF 5
Close-up of difference in French/Italian versions.
Tomorrow, I will begin a "recovery process".
And attempt to resurrect this character !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
Every creature, behaving well, was either in the kitchen, or round the breakfast room table . . . .
The rain had rained, full tilt since midnight, temperatures had risen, too!!
The Witch was proud possessor, now, of both the pantry and the scullery, casting spells, without cauldron, in between luscious mouthfuls of whatever cheeses, (and fruit), lay ready on the old, wood shelves.
The radio played quite quietly, the rain cascaded down outside. No fire burned, the lights turned low and the Elves? They played pillow fights in my bedroom . . . . Debbie & Peter
24th " PUZZLING SATURDAY " LONE WOLF 5
The British - French - Italian versions. We have a missing record of the French/Italian version.
It will need to be re-created - (thank you Giorgio!).
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
A visiting friend of our resident Witch was renown as a portrait and landscape painter . . . .
Each day she set up easel, chair, paints and anything else required. Seated serenely on her stool, she worked amidst the garden mayhem . . . .
Presently, her subject is, the Elder Statesman of the Elves!! The age of this particular Elf -impossible to judge, but surely, must be more or less 100 years, plus . . . .
The Faeries left the Witch to paint without distraction, interference. The Elves, however, had no scruples in crowding round and asking questions.
Ignored, they scampered off to wind up those who would mind. Then, shrieking with hilarity, they disappeared into the wood . . . . Debbie & Peter
23rd " PUZZLING FRIDAY " LONE WOLF (revisited).
Well, kind of. A request for a print, of the French/Italian version.
But . . . . sometimes, in a very long career, no matter how meticulous . . . .
Things get missed, in this case, a transparency - solution needed !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
Sheeting rain, sultry warmth, the garden creatures were all cross-eyed . . . . The Witch was under protective cover, her mode? A tepee, with smoke hole.
The Faeries, dressed in cloak, sou'wester, groomed the Unicorn, fed him. (They kept his magical feed in a corner of the shed).
Ghosts and Spectres, ghostly Wolves, ran amok, played "Do not touch me . . . . or ! !" The Magician flew in, briefly, a smile lit up his face for once . . . .
I smoked a cigarillo, breathed deeply, wandered under dripping trees. Silence . . . . No chirp or cheep or sound at all from magical, (or garden birds) . . . . Debbie & Peter
22nd " STUDIO THURSDAY " THE FEMALE MAN (revisited).
Exciting commission started today !
Who can say, where it will lead, how it will look . . . . .
But for sure, it'll be fun finding out !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden our friends are preparing, for the night of all Hallows . . . .
The Faeries , sitting in a circle on a damp and dewy lawn, we're deep in Faery chit chat describing what exactly each was sewing as costume for Halloween . . . .
The Elves, scarce interested in such things, were dancing round and round the Oak . . . .
Above them, highly irritated, sat a very, very tired Owl, unable to repose himself, take a long and tranquil sleep.
In the fallow kitchen garden the Witch, spells chosen, stirred and mixed the potions needed . . . .
In the pond, the wee fish swam, relieved that it was, this morning, their domain!
I walked with vigour through the garden, end to end, returned, stretched and sprinted up and down the lawn, avoided knocking over Faeries, leapt up the steps for coffee and breakfast . . . .
Debbie & Peter
21st " SHATTERED WEDNESDAY " It's fast approaching.
Have you prepared ?
Are you going to be safe ?
From the Spiral Wind . . . . .
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
He'd settled himself beside the pond, amongst the reeds and rushes which, gave him a modicum of cover.
The Elves, together with their kith and kin, left him well-alone, knowing if they woke him, they'd suffer scalding Dragon burns . . . .
My eyes lit upon the Unicorn, apprehensive, unsure, snort and tentatively test, the heat of his shallow, wheezy,breathing.
The Witch was determined to indulge in a nap, or simply rest. Her choice of winter bed and board was - the warmish, roomiest garden shed . . . .
Ghosts and Spectres wafted, interweaved, striving to avoid the Dragon or cause him excursion and alarm.
I sat upon the steps, fully immersed in the scene, picturesque, unusual, and golly gumdrops. quiet!
A translucent sun rose, shedding light. His face, softly caressed , awoke and, whoosh, Resumed his interrupted voyage . . . .
Debbie & Peter
20th " SOLAR TUESDAY " Solar Wind - Volume 2. Updated/additional/new content.
Now entering editorial.
Text to be added.
Meanwhile out in our magic studio garden surrounding the studio . . . .
The Elves were knocking the living day light out of the garden plants and flowers . . . . Petals strewn about the lawn, the Faeries having kittens.
The reason for this misbehavior being? An Elfin game of (sort of) Rugby Union . . . . So entertaining they found it, the game went on and ever-onwards. Through the morning, through my lunch-time.
Witch and grouchy Magician? Even they were watching, a look of total incomprehension written over the face of each . . . .
Finally, it was the dogs which, brought proceedings to a halt. Scrambling to take possession of the (so-called) Rugby ball, they seized the chance, grabbed it - end of game, bad-tempered Elves . . . .
Debbie & Peter
19th " SOLAR MONDAY " Solar Wind - Volume 2. Updated/additional/new content.
Now entering editorial.
Text to be added.
Meanwhile out in our magic studio garden surrounding the studio . . . .
Such was the gentle, sudden warmth, that strung a hammock 'tween two trees. Cushions and a soft woolen blanket next, then I turned to greet my friends.
The ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines, I saw, had translocation to the wood. They cast a pall, a scary scariness over the tiny woodland "people."
The Faeries, clustered round "their" Unicorn, we're busy brushing, grooming it, combing out both mane and tail.
Elves and Pixies, Imps and Goblin, able now to use the pond, were taking turns to thrash about - their version of a morning bath . . . .
Tucked away behind the wall of the fallow kitchen garden, the Witch sat on a deckchair, resting momentarily.
The mysterious, sweet, celestial voices of the birds of Rhiannon, cast a serene, a magical feel, to the garden this early morn . . . .
Debbie & Peter
18th " SOLAR SUNDAY " Now entering last phase of editorial.
Solar Wind - Volume 2
First come, first served.
E-mail for details !
Meanwhile Out in our magic studio garden Fantastic events surround us . . . .
The Witch was in a quandary . . . . She had so many spells to cast. Today, she knew she needed to recall a really, very special one!! And could she? No.
Standing, bent before the fire, leaning on her trusty broom, she hemmed and hawed and rubbed her brow, scowled - got nowhere at all . . . .
The Elves were pressing closer to her, waiting for the blast of temper. The Faeries whispered, stayed well-distant, knowing that she'd work it out . . . .
Arriving in a swirl of wind, the Unicorn came into land. He trotted up to meet the Witch, tail flicking, nostrils flared.
The Witch glanced sideways, looked again. Suddenly, her mind had cleared! The spell concerned my sister whose, chestnut stallion was ill.
Wand in hand, she made her way to where the stables stood. Studying the chestnut carefully, she stood a while contemplating. Agh! She knew . . . .
Entering , she gently pulled its mane, ran her hands across its back. Felt its flanks, its belly, legs and found a cluster of thorns, well-dispersed and dreadfully prickly . . . .
With just the comb to do the trick, she slowly cleared the thorns, and Voila! The chestnut whinnied, lowered its head. The Witch received a nuzzle of thanks . . . .
Debbie & Peter
17th " UNIFIED SATURDAY " 1st TALES OF SHATTERED EARTH
12 Screams from the very near future.
> Citadel of The Beast > Song of Iron > Edge of Unison > Spiral Wind > The Girl Who Remembered Fish > Nano-blu > Robopath > Flow > All the Fires of Earth > Vibrant Chromacy > Return of the 2nd Ark > cosmic Forge
Just 44 days to reality . . . . . . . prepare yourself . . . .
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
My hyper-active sister, always on the go, phew ! sports glittery purple nail polish, purple lipstick and, at least three shades of green eye-shadow, flamboyant clothes of clashing colours . . . . (Vibrant, I think you'd call it?)
She arrives, in Aston Marten, my garden friends are gone . . . .
They do, eventually, re-appear, binocular eyes skinned 20/20, noses taking in fresh scent.
I expect a visit from her timed for just a little later. I wonder what her hair will look like, whether she'll be Goth-style, Mod or Rocker, Boudicca?
LATER
The scenario, finally ran - Aston Marten, horn blaring, shot around the gracious bend, drew to a short, sharp halt and, out my sister tumbled, expensive shoes, designer suit, calf-length coat. Her make-up? Lips crimson-red, and eyes, every colour of a rainbow . . . .
Dutifully, I unloaded, carried in her multiplicity of suitcases, bags . . . . you name it.
Debbie & Peter
16th " ALTERNATIVE FRIDAY " And he knew
The time was upon him
For the loss of all doubt .
Unison beckoned . . . . .
Meanwhile In the sanctity of magic studio garden we are safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
A favourite game I like to play is looking at the distant hills, blotting out the hillside houses, envisioning the long-gone past. The eras when the serfs and tribes dwelt sans roof, in caves, in shacks . . . .
The garden Elves consider that, this one actually belongs to them. This morning they were having kittens, the water in the garden pond was icy . . . . impossible to bath and wash(?)
The Faeries huddled, clothed in ankle-length, cloaks. Lightweight booties, thick-soled, thigh-length . . . .
The Ghosts and Spectres, ghostly Werewolves, drifted here, floated there, wafted finally towards the wood.
The Witch? She was locked in contemplation, as near the flames beneath the cauldron as she could, with safety, get.
I'd taken courage in both hands, and, left the warmth of blazing fire to greet my magical friends, but found, some little time later that, 'twas get indoors, or freeze . . . . a statue of ice . . . .
Debbie & Peter
15th " ALTERNATIVE THURSDAY " But the Cosmos continued
to regenerate itself
and define itself
and he knew, the time was upon him . . . .
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
It really is much, much too cold even to open the breakfast room garden door . . . .
It was hat and scarf, thick coat, two heavy sweaters, a long-sleeved vest weather!
The Faeries snuggled 'neath the bushes, Elves within the many Molehills. The Witch, though loathe to do so, had disappeared to a land unknown . . . . (Her Magician friend followed, when once he'd sorted out his schedule).
The Elves I packed inside the car and drove them to a place where, they knew, Rabbit warrens ran "forever . . . . "
Here, they tumbled out and raced to be the first to snatch the biggest empty burrow!
I stayed awhile, smoked a pipe, drove back to sit before a fire . . . . Debbie & Peter
14th " ALTERNATIVE WEDNESDAY " The Sun blazed, the wind blew
the clouds struggled in turmoil
in protest at the restructuring
of the physical realm . . . .
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The far-off hills were bathed in sunlight. The Oak tree garbed in moist, wet frost.
I sauntered out into the garden, expecting no-one, except the Ghosts . . . . Instead, I found the Elves indulging in a game of Hop Scotch, the Faeries busy tidying leaves.
The Wizard and the Witch were conferring - which was the most efficient spell to use for conjuring up
The Owl sat, wistfully, looking out from his dark, mysterious, home. Was something missing? No! The Unicorn cropped the lawn, kept carefully warmed by Faery blanket . . . .
The Ghosts were present, Werewolves, too, the chill and damp was of scarce import.
I shared a special brew together with the Wizard . . . . and the Witch. It was very, very hot, but did the trick . . . . I felt a sudden urge to rush back into the house, drink loads of coffee, write like blazes ! ! Debbie & Peter
13th " ALTERNATIVE TUESDAY " And finally the last man stood on the precipice of going,
the embodiment of all men
that had evolved to this point in time and he was,
now,
ready for the journey.
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
It was not until the afternoon that, my garden friends appeared to take "a breath of fresh air." The Elves, hardy souls, only occasionally felt the need to don thicker clothes . . . .
The Faeries kept busy, frantically active ! The Witch, of course, stationed herself as near as was safe to her under-cauldron fire.
The Unicorn did acrobatic stunts and flew about the wood and garden as though his life depended on it . . . .
I, myself, put on layer upon layer of winter clothes, whatever I could find in my walk-in wardrobe ! ! Debbie & Peter
12th " ALTERNATIVE MONDAY " and . . . . so they too spread their new wings,
sought strength in the knowledge
of the way it had been done,
and envisioned
what it all could lead to . . . . .
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The Elven Rugby game was building steam, a second day's been scheduled in . . . . The audience had grown and grown, Ghostly Werewolves, Flower Faeries, the Unicorn and sundry others.
The Witch, initially disdainful, was now a thorough, super-fan!!
The game, incomprehensible though it was to them, provided a distraction to the Faeries, who, with the onset of early winter, no longer must their flowers tend . . . .
Yet another ardent fan? What do you know? The aged Magician ! ! The Owl, unable to stay awake, endeavoured to keep at least one eye open.
A magical, fantasy country like Wales was a favourite get-away for these garden creatures . . . .
Ireland too, and the Highlands of Scotland were instinctive choices for enchanting, live-for-ever, Fairy people.
Regretful, I left the game in progress, re-entered the breakfast room to eat a hearty breakfast . . . . Debbie & Peter
11th " ALTERNATIVE SUNDAY " The men had to evolve further,
to contemplate the journey, and they saw that the way of the beasts was the way it had been achieved . . . . . . .
Watching the Rugby World Cup last night, I chanced to turn my head to see if the predicted rain was falling. I could not quite believe my eyes ( ! ) A crowd of fascinated Elves was clustered staring at the TV screen ! !
None of them could really see what the Rugby game involved . . . . At best, a side-view, possibly.
They could not, surely, hear, the heartfelt roar, the shouts and chanting ?
Eventually, feeling for them, I went outside, invited them in. We passed an hilarious get-together, and, today the Elves were training for their own, unique, Rugby Cup ! ! Debbie & Peter
10th " ALTERNATIVE SATURDAY " Finally, even the men were affected.
The Earth shaped itself more as it reformed to honour and bow down before the magnificence of the source.
I stood stock still, open-mouthed - a dawn to take one's breath away . . . . Translucent pinks and blues, yellow-greys . . . . a rainbow painting - sort of?
With the sun, my garden friends awoke and bathed, dressed. Applied themselves to their special tasks . . . . The Elves considered work a waste of time, mundane, boring. A pogo-stick dance was so much more worth it . . . .
The Ghostly Werewolves, Unicorn, Wolverines and Spectres intermingled amicably.
The Witch, in dark red, brown and brown-green, lit the fire beneath her cauldron. Into this she tossed some acorns, Oak leaves, chestnuts, Michelmas daisies.
The brew well-stirred, she muttered spells, raised her arms with passionate flourish. First she cackled, then she screeched, tossed her spells into the air . . . . Debbie & Peter
9th " ALTERNATIVE FRIDAY " Then the creatures finally left, took to the wing,
took flight, soared above and beyond, knowing they knew all there was to know about where they had been
and yet knowing there was yet more to know, much, much more to know, in the vastness of the infinite.
Regretfully, I've overslept . . . . and, missed my friends - except the Faeries. Instead, I took my cup of coffee to sip against the bare, old Oak tree.
Mistaking the time, the Magician/Wizard arrived in a shower of shining Moonbeam petals. He roared and grunted bad-tempered lay, when he realised the Witch had been, and gone.
The news of most import, today? "Dear Writer, we now expect yet more diligence, application, at least one short storybook, book of poems(?), and anything else you can do . . . . Debbie & Peter
8th " ALTERNATIVE THURSDAY " The very earth also began to change
in
response to this new beginning, changing form, bending, shifting,
almost gyrating, pulled towards the source, the source that all came
from and all would go back to.
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
Doom and gloom? No!!! Despite the weather, life is great . . . . I've hit the jackpot - whoopee! A publisher likes my work. Great!!!
Today, I fairly skipped outdoors . . . . . to find (?) my news had been received!!! And how? It must be by telepathy?
The Witch was dressed in brown and gold, the Faeries in hues of Autumnal colours. The Elves and Imps, Goblins, Pixies wore hats and shoes of dark brown leather.
Freshly groomed, the Unicorn's fine mane and tail were threaded with ribbons of gold and silver . . . .
I quaffed a glass of Faery wine, watched the sun dawn break o'er the hills. All said and done, I took my leave, to start once more on my daily tasks!! Debbie & Peter
7th " ALTERNATIVE WEDNESDAY " In the beginning, it was just the beasts who sensed it.
Not a definable thing, more like a warm breeze, uplifting, beckoning, calling, calling them to somewhere . . . . . . Be prepared . . . . . for the truth of reality . . . . . . .
Luckily out in the magic studio garden even amongst the chaos, we, and our many friends,
are immune from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The Owl was having kittens last night . . . . He croaked and choked - lost his voice! Perhaps he'd picked up the dreaded lurghi(?) - a Peter word . . . .
The Faeries didn't know quite which magical medicine to give him.
The Witch was wise in all such matters, brewing just the potion to do the trick. The dose consumed, the Owl slept, and the Elves queued all the way across the lawn to receive the benefit of the sort of "flu jab."
Bored, I left them to it, took a stroll, until the rain became persistent . . . . Debbie & Peter
A 4am start, (I'd worked most of yesterday, and all last night).
The garden was replete with Faeries, Elves and, of course, the Witch . . . .
A glance at the Elves, et voila! they are quick . . . . They had nicked my e-mobile, and were experimenting as to how it worked(?)
A pretence of ignorance being the best way forwards, I watched and waited, conversed with the Witch . . . .
Presently, a gleeful whoop of joy - success!! Tossing the mobile on the still-damp grass, their attention was claimed by the Owl in the Oak.
Perched on one of the highest branches, sat the Owl, the Faeries and an adder a snake? I wondered where it had appeared from, but no-one was concerned . . . .
Bored now, the Elves had decided that, come what may, the time had arrived to annoy the garden Witch - they did . . . . Debbie & Peter
5th " PREDATORY MONDAY " Be scared.
Because he's coming for you . . . . . .
Soon.
And . . . . you cannot hoard, as a defense . . . ..
Wonder-some early morning Autumnal sun . . . . The ancient gods were silent - watchful and patient, prepared to step in should a human misbehave.
All creatures and Faeries, Witches and Elves were taking advantage of this magical moment . . . .
The Witch, dressed in Autumnal Browns and yellows, reds and smokey greens with, slippers of gold, her cauldron replete with sweet-smelling potion.
The Elves, Imps and Goblins, the Ogre and Werewolves were taking freezing swims in the pond, in turns . . . .
The Flower Faeries, exquisite, graceful, had each washed her flower and, presently entertained us with quite enchanting dancing!
I watched as the Ogre negotiated a wash and rinse, alarmed lest he empty the pond of its water(?) (Thankfully, he didn't).
With a delicate thump and a whinny of "Hello!" the Unicorn landed with a swish of its tail. Over the fence came Magician and ghosts, spectres, and a six-legged horse of no name . . . .
The Owl slept, the sun rose and, in the skies above the "Rhiannon" birds dang an old, old refrain. The lilting rhythm, pulsating tempo - lulled me slowly into a blissful sleep!! Debbie & Peter
4th " SO, IT'S COUNTDOWN START SUNDAY " Be scared.
Be EVER so scared. If possible, be even MORE scared.
You should be - because the truth is coming . . . . .
Meanwhile Out in the magic studio garden safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The
mist is thick - does that mean warmth . . . . and sunny spells later? 'cos
the Faeries won't emerge without that comfortable comfort!
The Witch has built a fire, blazingly hot. The ghostly Werewolves and Wolverines are - off a hunting somewhere far away . . . .
The Elves, dressed against this brrr Winter weather are keeping entertainingly active performing Circus acrobatics ! !
Today, the garden Owl has retreated to his "house" - entered by way of a hole in the trunk of the Oak.
A brief sojourn outside, a hot cup of coffee - I am almost prepared to retire to my office/studio to begin my daily work schedule ! ! ! I'll be in touch again tomorrow . . . . Debbie & Peter
3rd " PREPARATION SATURDAY " It's nearly upon us.
The tension is building.
Obviously.
Tomorrow it'll be clear . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meanwhile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . . I sat contented sipping tea beside the still waters of a nearby canal. A Mallard duck was occupied with self-preening, surrounded by its harem of dutiful females . . . .
The sun was setting, the wind "getting up," as I felt myself slipping into that contented, "end-of-day" feeling . . . .
Tea finished, Cigar lit, I sat back to enjoy the sudden appearance of a fresh-water mermaid and her retinue of Faerie couturiers,hairdresser, and beautician . . . .
Other mermaids surfaced as the evening darkened - swimming and diving with an awe-inspiring grace . . . . Debbie & Peter
2nd " PREPARATION FRIDAY " It's nearly here.
The warning signs were there for ages, of course.
No matter.
It'll be clear enough . . . . . as it unfolds . . . . .
.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meanwhile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . . The Witch's Welsh cousin was in a pile of trouble, mayhem ruled her planet . . . .
Her spells and magic potions went wrong at every try. She threw any number of ingredients into her dirty cauldron, t'whirled, whirled and screeched - ranted, but absolutely nothing ever worked out . . . .
The creatures of the garden had established an avoidance plan - they created havoc in their own, provocative fashion and, by hook and crook they rendered her obedient to their will ! !
The Owl, an avid looker-oner, grinned as only he could, flapped both wings and settled down to a calm, sweet nap . . . . Debbie & Peter
1st " SHATTERED THURSDAY " ""Kypper".
Did you mean kipper fish? asked the search engine.
What was a fish, she wondered?
As the evening artificial sun set, sending a dull glow thru the visi-portal, she pondered . . . . .
"Gold fish?" From "Tales of Shattered Earth" (extract - more tomorrow).
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meanwhile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . . The Ogre and the Unicorn were the centre of interest . . . . The Ogre had lost his cool, and, pulled the poor steed's tail(?)
The Unicorn had responded by kicking him in both thighs, opening a Pandora's box . . . . he roared and wailed and shook the trunk of the ancient Oak 'til the acorns fell in a deluge, knocked him out . . . .
The Faeries sprinkled cool, clean water over the bruise-covered Ogre's face - soothed his brow and sang to him . . . . the Witch whirled around them, danced and cackled - her glee knew no bounds, what entertainment!!
The Werewolves yowled, to add to the fun I sat and wrote another scene in the next chapter of my autobiography . . . . Debbie & Peter
September 2015 Blog
30th " SHATTERED WEDNESDAY " "Josie
looked out at the blue spires and the streaming pizza trucks snaking
around them, the spiky spires of the pizza world dwellers.
"Between
pizzas she filled her time with trawling thru an ancient electronic
archive dating from the pre-mandolin pizza era that her grandmother had
left her on her tablet device. She loved inserting arbitrary sounds
that might once have been words in a language nobody much recalled
anymore into the built-in audio search engine. From "Tales of Shattered Earth" (extract - more tomorrow).
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meanwhile . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . . The Flower Faeries had received, by dint of telepathic thought waves, an open invitation to cross Space, come visit their, very distant friends and family ! !
This, was, of course, in every way, an unachievable dream. No Faery, worth her salt could possibly withstand the journey . . . . let alone avoid Space debris! . . . .
The Witch had family on the Moon, on Mercury, Venus, Neptune, Pluto. Late, late on clear, starlit, nights, she'd stand alone, beside her fire, sending telepathic letters . . . .
Only the Ghosts and Spectres, should they so wish, could sweep with ease across heavens and they, to all intents and purposes, gave not one jot of thought to this . . . . Debbie & Peter
29th " SHATTERED TUESDAY " "They'd
also learned to take their medicine in a recreational way, with senapod
pizza, aspirin pizza and anti-blood pressure pizza.
There
was even a pizza-pizza to remind people that once, a long time ago, the
world had only one basic pizza and pineapple was, generally, something
you ate after a meal and not as part of a main meal."
Now though, there were even smoked kipper pizzas. From "Tales of Shattered Earth" (extract - more tomorrow).
I suspect I originate from 'no-where land . . . . ' a land forgotten, may, dismissed. A land which had no frontiers, no impediments to movement.
People walked, or traveled by cart - or, rode upon a sturdy horse.
No customs shed, no need for passports . . . . Driven by both need an want, each determined individual sought a self-selected 'home.'
I, too, have felt this strong pull . . . . to risk all for my own 'serendipity.' Bit by bit, as with a jigsaw, the know how, daily, comes my way(?!)
We live, and work 'twixt so many others, but, Tia not easy breaking boundaries . . . .
'Rules and regulations are made law by the party in power.'
Where's it writ that we must, stick obediently, to all and every 'no we command and you, at your peril, must obey!! (Unless you come from Fearie Land)..,., Debbie & Peter
28th " SHATTERED MONDAY " "They'd
given up working hard, given up talking, and now they'd given up eating
anything, except pizza. As such, there was tuna pizza, spaghetti pizza,
steak pizza (replica, of course) cream bun pizza, lettuce pizza,
koka-de-kola pizza, and many many morish varieties besides." From "Tales of Shattered Earth" (extract - more tomorrow).
Today, the garden was blessed with a visit by the magical birds from 'the other Realm!!'
The morning, summed up, was a blissful experience . . . . One to remember for ever and ever!! Debbie & Peter
27th " SHATTERED SUNDAY " "The
air was an especially strident purple that day, the lanes of continual
pizza delivery vehicles streaked past in their pathetic effort to keep
up with demand, something that they failed continually to manage, even
though theirs was the only traffic on the clutterway having bought
outright the right to use exclusively the clutterway by paying
top-credit toll fees. Still, there was nothing the populace wouldn't
give up to maintain access to pizza home delivery, even the use of
their own personal vehicles."
From "Tales of Shattered Earth" (extract - more tomorrow).
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden
safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
Having conferred with the garden creatures, anxious for a change of scene, they rough and tumbled where where they could into my muddy Land Rover.
The Unicorn flew overhead, the Elves ensconced in the luggage rack.
We drove towards the distant hills, along the narrow country roads. The sky glowed golden in the Autumnal sun, wispy clouds drifted across the sky.
No sheep remained upon the hillsides, the harvest had been new-completed. Hands and noses pressed to windows, glass misted up by Faeries breathing, ecstatic in this rare adventure.
We drove slowly, winding, bumping, up a narrow hillside road, bounded by fields both sides. Elves and Faeries demanded out.
They spent sometime playing whoopy games before 'twas sadly, time to leave . . . . Debbie & Peter
26th " SHATTERED SATURDAY " The pressure continues to build . . . .
The true nature of things lurks just beyond peripheral vision.
Yet - a bifurcation approaches.
Soon, there will be no escape, from the Spiral Wind . . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden
safe (at least for now) from the Spiral Wind . . . .
I woke up this morning to a crisp, Autumnal dawn . . . . A frosty lawn, leafless trees, a lifeless stream, an ice-filled pond.
The Elves were gathering ice with which to fashion ice-balls(?) Should they wish to play catch, OK . . . . If, to use for "who can hit whom?" - no!
The Witch was in a regular blather. Really, truly, the Elves were . . . . Any unruly behaviour, she felt, should be dealt with severely - perhaps a cuff on the ear? However,
The Elves, their fingers frozen, found, their game must be forgot!
Shivering Faeries danced, kept active, and the Unicorn spent the morning cantering round in circles . . . . rearing, jumping any hurdle they could find ! ! Debbie & Peter
25th " SHATTERED FRIDAY " On and on, beyond the rainbow's end,
on to the end of all,
the beginning of next,
down the tunnel,
thru the gateway of light
blown by the Spiral Wind . . . . .
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden
safe, from the Spiral Wind . . . .
The Autumnal sun crept quietly over the far horizon . . . . The Birds sang joyfully, swooped and soared, and swarmed playfully.
In the garden, the Witch was mending a hole in her shoes, and embroidering her everyday Winter clothes . . . .
The Unicorn, the Faeries, the Pixies and Elves were swanning around getting in everyone's way.
Having received an invitation to visit the Witch, the Wizard swooshed in - the, long hair untidy, cloak swirling behind him.
Wrapped close and warm, I sat on the bench, to watch my friends begin the day . . . .
Lumbering, ungraceful, the Ogre appeared, crossed the lawn and sat down beneath the, almost leafless, old Oak tree . . . . Debbie & Peter
24th " SHATTERED THURSDAY " The nightmare continues.
Unfolding courtesy of mass desire..
Flawed by mass obfuscation.
Do you see it there, on the horizon ?.
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden
safe, from the fragile world . . . .
The Faeries were ecstatic!
The Witch, so disapproving, had actually brought them each a gift! (I suspect it was her family who'd prompted this unusual happening).
The Ogre, too, had something - though they would never know what it was, he being super-secretive . . . .
The Elves were demonstrably jealous, but, the Witch simply did not like them, found they ground her nerves to shreds.
Today, the Ghosts and Spectres were present in the garden, gliding, floating, wafting - the Autumnal breeze was just the thing to invigorate their energy.
Lawn-cutting was over now - Winter just around the corner. Leaves were falling, the pond water freezing, though, much to my delight, a flight of wild geese had flown in on their way to warmer climes.
We have been warned of ice and snow, bitter winds and even tempests(?!) Time to sort, prepare, for cold, relentless days spent indoors - keeping occupied, active . . . . Debbie & Peter
23rd " SHATTERED WEDNESDAY " It begins to form.
On the edge of sanity.
Where desires race ahead of sustainability.
And enforcement of pleasure becomes a mandate . . . .
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden
safe, from the fragile world . . . .
The pond was a rippling contour of patterns . . . . The early Autumn breeze was caressing - lively. Sky overcast, mist, a damp, rain-to-come, feeling in the air . . . .
How can there be true a true Autumn when the leaves have been falling through the Spring, Summer/Winter? I was glad of a warm, open fire in the large Breakfast room?
Later in the morning, the Elves, Imps, Pixies, Brownies - would be donning their swimwear and taking a bath.
The Faeries were washing and feeding their flowers. The Witch, with her cat, had disappeared to visit "family."
No Ogre, no Werewolves, or Wolverines, either . . . . The Unicorn was calmly grazing, smoke issuing from both nostrils, but, disturb him and, Boy! - You'd soon see the flames lit by irritation blaze from them, too!! Debbie & Peter
22nd " SHATTERED TUESDAY " In the mental melting pot.
12 Screams form the very near future. And, a book for our times certainly . . . . . .
From a studio near you (virtually) soon . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . .
The Faerie of Impediment had arrived to "do her thing."
Initially, no garden-dweller was aware of just who she was and why here?
The Elves and Imps, Pixies were bathing in the stream. It rippled, ran fast and slow(!), bubbled where the water hit the stones. Was still in other areas!!
Stealthily, secretly, the Faery of Impediments commenced her task of creating as much chaos as she could think of . . . .
The garden took on the shape of a living space which lacked rhyme or reason . . . . At last, the Elves, infuriated, noticed what she was doing. Their baths complete, they dressed, turned on her and, with fierce determination, forced her to restore their home to a picture of soothing home-iness.
This accomplished, they banished her to an inhospitable, far-off place . . . . Debbie & Peter
21st " MULTIPLE MONDAY " Last of the current offering of Kult icons shipping now.
The Ladybird settled on a crimson Geranium, sealing sweet nectar, all that she got was a Caterpillar, which was not keen on this disturbance..
The Ladybird hesitated, decided against irritating the short-tempered, slow-moving creature intent upon sole ownership . . . .
The innumerable garden worms were lying well below ground. There were far too many predators to risk life, wriggly tails . . . .
The Owl was asleep, head under wing, the Elves enjoying an afternoon siesta. The Flower Faeries were carrying out their afternoon chore - changing dresses and coiffures for the evening's Cocktail party.
The Elves had been invited and accepted with glee. They so enjoyed having Elphin beverages, together with snacks!!
Such fun . . . . Debbie & Peter
20th " 'SCAPE SUNDAY " Long shot.
City of the soon to be dead.
The mushroom cloud of "how'd we let it get this far?"
The evening dawned to glowing night . . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Out in the magic studio garden . . . . . . .
The morning dawned to glowing sunshine. Dew lay twinkling on the grass. From the breakfast window I glimpsed the Elves playing Elfin Rugby . . . .
An "fan following" of Werewolves watched the match descend into fisticuffs.
Under the old Oak tree, a group of Flower Faeries sat and spun, fine yarn, whilst others sewed a tapestry. I wandered closer, and saw, the theme was based around the garden.
The scent of new-mown hay and apples emanated from the cauldron, the Witch was truly inventive!
Once the warmth of Autumn sun had settled over wood and garden, the Ogre made his usual way towards the Oak, and, sat - not to sleep but, wait for the Owl. They'd struck up quite a friendship lately . . . . chatted about this, and that, and the other.
A Unicorn swept down to land, for a grooming treat and to chomp on grass. Debbie & Peter
19th " SKULL SATURDAY " Last of the Kult Icons to ship this week.
I SO enjoyed creating the textures on this piece.
Mixing water-based and heavily oil-based paint.
It's always fun doing what the rule books say you shouldn't . . . .
Meanwhile
On a day-out trip . . . . . . .
Up the road, beyond the bend, such a curve . . . . reduce your speed ! ! There lay, lonely, abandoned, an ancient tin quarry tired, and spent.
Over the years, with covert stealth, a magical county had been created. Faeries, Elves, Pixies, Goblins. Unicorns, Deer, and an Apprentice Witch.
So curious was I, that, taking the car, I drove to the quarry, parked out of sight, and, went in to explore.
Rocks, earth and weeds had taken over thoroughly, plenty of cover to hide you, so . . . . where were the residents?
I waited some time, then, a Elfin hat showed, and more - suddenly the quarry became vital, alive!
I watched from my post as this world began enacting, the day-to-day life of these magical creatures . . . .
Debbie & Peter
18th " FESTERING FRIDAY " Kult Icon. Being "wrapped to ship" (to a collector) today. Which begs a question . . . . . WHY . . . . is Sellotape SO thin these days ?
Meanwhile
Outside in the enchanted studio garden . . . . . . .
The waves were powerful, almost tempestuous . . . . The currents sucked you out or took you in - to smack you hard upon the shore . . . . Tempests raged, seagulls screeched.
The Mermaid, a delicate creature finally found this all too much. One calmer day, she swam ashore, slithered quickly inland. Joyfully, and, to her relief, she came upon a riverlet . . . . Diving in, she swam and swan. The current was against her, but, being a brave, resourceful creature, she followed her intuition and, finally reached our wood.
Here, the riverlet became a stream, then a pond!
Exhausted, she rested, then, finding the peaceful atmosphere satisfyingly refreshing, she took up residence - becoming, over time, a solitary fresh water, Mermaid creature . . . .
Debbie & Peter
17th " TEXTURAL THURSDAY " Can you smell the texture ?
Stinking slate green-greys.
Clean white bones, pitted with scummy paint daubs.
Crude. Rough. Uninviting. Death by art . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Outside in the enchanted studio garden . . . . . . .
My early morning cup of tea was going down a treat . . . . I gazed down upon a soothing scene playing out around the garden.
The Witch, together with, a coterie of Imps and Elves, Pixies, Faeries, a visiting Gnome, and Will o the Wisps, were gathered around a steaming cauldron, blowing bubble magic spells.
The spells were visible to me . . . . Shimmering delicately. Of every colour . . . . . They floated, drifted, in the cool morning breeze.
One final swirl, they were gone, each coloured spell speeding onward, hastening masterfully to its chosen destination . . . .
Debbie & Peter
16th " WOE-BETIDE WEDNESDAY " Woe-betide you should ever run across this guy in reality.
One of the Kult icons, he scared even me !
I think it's the texture that does it - scary texture !
Buried amongst brush strokes - what a way to go . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Outside in the enchanted studio garden . . . . . . .
A Wolf Hound had wandered in to poke its nose into the local scene . . . . The Werewolves were unimpressed - they were so very much more superior(?)
The Faeries perched, composed, serene, upon each other's flowers, this morning . . . . and, under the old Oak tree the Witch spoke politely to her, very superior Director of Witchcraft.
The elegantly groomed Unicorn was her especial choice of transport. Through its glistening mane and tail, were silver threads of gossamer. A rainbow saddle-cloth protected its back.
Whilst she was occupied, the Unicorn breakfasted . . . . No sign at all of the garden Ogre, but, the Elves were busy playing Elfin guitars, completely out of tune - oomph!!!
As soon as I had "done my thing," I retreated indoors, closed the door!! Debbie & Peter
15th " TIDY-UP TUESDAY " Last de-archive of works (for the moment.)
Meanwhile
Outside in the enchanted studio garden . . . . . . .
A low-lying mist, a Nightingale sang, a distant Curlew's call was heard.
The Ogre had spent the night, snoring stertorously upon the lawn . . . . At break of day, he heaved himself on to his feet, and staggered homewards, blinking tiredly.
In the kitchen garden, the Witch and cat were sending spells this way, that way - some abroad!
Under the Oak tree, sipping tea, the Faeries organised a picnic. No rhyme or reason why, the ghostly werewolves listened closely, was the rainbow Unicorn.
No ghosts, or spectres to be seen . . . . Perchance, they may have lost their way here, confused by the covering of soft, grey mist . . . .
Debbie & Peter
14th " MONSTER MONDAY " Aliens, fantasy creatures and robots. All monsters of a kind. Now de-archived and uploaded to the website. More, soon . . . . . . .
Meanwhile
Outside in the enchanted studio garden . . . . . . .
The Imps and Elves, and Pixies had filched the doggie biscuits . . . . At present, they were very busy, with swimming, and diving practice.
Each Faerie, still wearing cloaks, her daily beautifying routine complete, was exercising her wings - darting, flitting, aerial acrobating . . . . The Witch, her cauldron bubbling, was stretching, bending, touching toes . . . . gently jogging round the cauldron!
Werewolves watched, safely distant, from a place of sure "protection." The Unicorn - unusual for him - stood amongst them, snorting smoke rings.
High above this world fantastical, the Owl was cleaning beak and feathers . . . .
Debbie & Peter
13th " SPACESHIP SUNDAY " De-archived and uploaded to the website.
Spaceships !
And some Aliens.
Talking of Aliens . . . . could you keep the noise down outside ?
Werewolves and Wolverines were circling each other, teeth at the ready should either attack . . . . Much to my surprise there were two mermaids in the pond! The Witch stood among the reeds, her slippers covered with mud. She was watching the fish as they swam in a shoal, occasionally leaping up and over the still, murky water.
Faeries were everywhere . . . . why? Because, the previous evening they had celebrated a, so-called, birthday.
The Ogre made tracks to his special "sleep" patch of lawn, and was prevented from his objective by the Faeries, who, reiterated for the tenth time that they needed some early-morning exercise . . . . Crows and rooks clawed, the Owl slept on. In a distant corner of the garden, the Unicorn grazed, imperturbably . . . .
Just a few . . . . of the 1000 images to process. I need help! A Faery spell to help me speed up.
(OK, I'll walk the dog while I consider this gargantuan task . . . .
"Each day, I wait in trepidation for the arrival of 'they dogs" . . . . Sitting upon her flower, the Faery quivered, bit her lip.
The Witch, to whom the Faery spoke, screwed up her long, and hairy, nose. "Nothing to be done," she said, "We live in this, most comfortable, garden, The owners of those dogs do - so . . . ."
I glued my ear to this "so-called," chat. eager to find out what they thought. Nothing more was said. I strolled around the grounds, accompanied by the dogs. They sniffed and snuffled, chased squirrels - other wise . . . . no problem!!
Debbie & Peter
11th " FIDDLING FRIDAY " Fiddling around, having a little scribble.
Just "thinking (not) with a pencil". It will be what it will be, eventually.
Distraction needed (to trigger fresh viewpoint)
Eureka!! Guess who's come to tea . . . . the Ogre's younger sister, slightly less tall than he!
Her voice is deep, her hair short-cropped, her dress - absolutely made for country living . . . . (brogues, woolen tights, and corduroy trousers, thick sweater, brown flat cap, and scarf).
The Elves formed a line behind them, followed their every move. The Faeries perched upon their flowers, fascinated - the Witch continued whispering spells.
I, in my ignorance, approached them - hoping for a chat . . . . Instead, I got what I deserved - complete indifference, curled lip, sniff . . . .
Debbie & Peter
10th " DISAPPEARED THURSDAY "
Puzzling . . . .
We have a record of EVERY painting ever created (so we thought).
Suddenly, anomalies are appearing (are there jewels to discover ! ? ! )
Time passes. Much time has disappeared. Seems discoveries beckon . . ?
The Witch was in a dreadful temper . . . . She'd dropped her spell book in the cauldron, and, worse . . . . her magic wand had disappeared.
A visit to a specialist spell book shop would satisfy the first mistake, but, how to retrieve the favourite wand?
Stirring the potion she'd made, glaring balefully into space, her, very, long-handled wooden spoon hit the spell book. Slowly, surely, she dredged it up, took one look and, dropped it back . . . . "Tomorrow," she said, "I shall require a lift to the Witch's' market. I knew full well, that, it mattered not, what else there was for me to do, The Witch's wish was my command, otherwise - beware . . . .
Debbie & Peter
9th " WELL INTENTIONED WEDNESDAY " LOTS to do today.
But with luck, we'll be efficient.
Book printing, binding, drawings insertion, packing, shipping.
Then maybe take the virtual dogs for a walk I thought . . . . . . but
Earlier than usual, the dogs commenced to bark. Scratching at the bedroom door, their message was clear . . . . No matter what we thought, they demanded down-right: "let us out!"
Fairly falling out of bed, I stumbled to the door, led the way across the hall and down the stairs.
Having achieved their goal, once out, they tore around the garden, rough and tumbled, played . . . . The Elves scooted up the Chestnut, the Witch headed rapidly towards the wood. Scarcely knowing where to shelter, the Faeries flew through an open window, (as happens, they chose my office/studio) . . . . Slowly, the sun came up, pink clouds drifted through azure sky. Exhausted, the dogs lay down to rest, panting, their coats damp.
I took them back inside - and the garden residents resumed their places . . . . Debbie & Peter
8th " TOTALLY TUESDAY "
A busier week than just regular busy. Shipments and new commission commitments galore. To > Italy, France, Belgium, U.S.A., UK, Brazil and even "just down the road". I LOVE the energy the tumult of activity creates in the studio.
Outside, it's a bit different though . . . .
He wandered, mournfully, t'wards the wood, missed hearing the arrival of his Guardian Angel . . . . She followed him, tapped his hand - "I know the very thing you need. Be patient and you'll get your wish!!"
The Ogre waited, watched, puzzled by thoughtfulness. The Guardian Angel looked around, looked up into the olden Oak. Suddenly, her eye was drawn to a, most appropriate, slim but sturdy-sturdy branch . . . . Using telepathic powers, she asked the Oak to lend assistance - requested the Oak to drop the branch.
A moment of nothing, then, thump, the branch came down, the work began to fashion a broom - an Ogre's broom.
The work complete, the magic stored through, and round the new-made broom, the Ogre's Guardian Angel took his hand and, both assumed positions - she before, he behind her.
Swoosh!! The broom took off, they soared aloft and, spent a zany, crazy, day exploring . . . . . Debbie & Peter
7th " SKULL SHRINE MONDAY "
"The bad men, had not always been evil but had been driven and distorted by poverty. They
were born on the water, escaped from the water, and on land were
maintained by the fishes of the water but when they eventually fully
understood the value of the Well, the streams and the rivers, they
devoted themselves to living in tune with the Wheel of Life and the
sacredness of the waters."
(From "The Ogre's Mistress" book).
After such an intense focus, we need some fun - so . . . . . . !
I've constructed - for the Faeries - a slide, a see-saw, and a miniature set of swings . . . . and, close beside the garden pond, I've organised a sandpit, replete with buckets and spades . . . . the Elves can build sandcastles!!
Today the Owl is deep asleep. Perhaps it had too large a supper(?)
I feel well pleased with all my efforts i.e. - additional features to choose from for magical creature distraction . . . . Debbie & Peter
6th " HOT BREATH SUNDAY ! " He's killed the men who polluted his streams and rivers. He's piled their skulls under a shrine to the king of the river dwellers. But, he knows it was not of her doing, so he is beginning to relent . . . . . (sometimes, story research is demanding, I need a distraction - so . . . . . )
I've constructed - for the Faeries - a slide, a see-saw, and a miniature set of swings . . . . and,
close beside the garden pond, I've organised a sandpit, replete with buckets and spades . . . . the Elves can build sandcastles!!
Today the Owl is deep asleep. Perhaps it had too large a supper(?)
I feel well pleased with all my efforts i.e. - additional features to choose from for magical creature distraction . . . . Debbie & Peter
5th " STAND-OFF SATURDAY ! " Her captive energy builds, bursting forth in magic. She will tame the Ogre, and he will relent. A pivotal day, for the captive occupants of the cave. Though, not as pivotal as a contemporary event outside the studio . . . . .
The bend in the road was blind . . . . and coming around it, at top speed was a Faerie truck(?!)
The driver swerved to avoid the Witch's Land Rover - One vehicle tumbled over and ended up in a ditch, the other took off and flew . . . . The Faerie truck, light weight and constructed of magical, specialist materials, suffered no damage at all. Its occupants, having driven without due care, were hauled over by a passing Elven police car . . . .
The driver was given a warning - (the Faerie had, only just, passed her test), hung her head and her tears wet two cheeks that were pink
with the shame of what she'd done, (which bothered the policeman not at
all).
The Faerie was given 8 points on her license - and was banned from driving for 6, Faerie months . . . . Ah me, alas and alack?! Debbie & Peter
4th " UNDERGROUND FRIDAY ! " The Ogre's Mistress prepares . . . . . For the final event. Will she tame the Ogre ? Or will he still keep her captive ?
Herewith a list of this year's seasons: Spring, Winter, Winter, Autumn . . . . The sun has definitely "gone on strike!"
The dogs were in full voice, today, tearing round the garden, barking, briskly digging up damp earth. The Faeries shot out of harm's way to perch upon a branch of the well-protected Oak tree.
The Ogre stormed, bad-temperedly, towards the quiet, shadowed, wood. There, no doubt, to repose himself beneath an Ash or Birch tree, or a very ancient Oak.
Elves and Imps, Pixies, Werewolves, Wolverines and ghosts, carried away by the hullabaloo, swirled and twirled, acrobatically . . . . Finally, the Witch, could stand no more - Muttering a spell of calm, serenity, she waved her wand and presto! The dogs ceased barking, shook themselves, and, stretching, lay down upon the grass, and slept . . . . Debbie & Peter
Been easy to concentrate, because, outside, rain, rain and, yes, rain. Apparently, the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain . . . . Here, it seems to fall - and how (!) on our lovely garden.
The magical creatures who share it have long-since learned to live with it. On the contrary, I have definitely not!!
This morning, with the inevitable umbrella, I went out to give my daily greeting to whomever was there.
The Faeries were sheltering under the largest leaves they could find. The Elves were running madly around the old Oak tree. At first, I did not see hide nor tail of the Witch . . . . Hidden in a corner of the garden, sou'wester crammed upon her head, she sniffed and grimaced bad-tempered, the fire she had built gone out.
I spent no time at all greeting those magical fantasy beings, but re-entered the house to have a hot coffee . . . . Pronto!! Debbie & Peter
2nd " CONTINUANCE WEDNESDAY ! " The deed is done, the Elves declared . . . . (but they have a perception problem - it's not quite finished). "We're are carrying out a recce, and will - no matter what, uncover the secret of time travel and, negotiating outer space".
(I'll just let them do that, as I need to carry on drawing - busy ! ).
Regretfully, space is littered with debris dating back to the days when instant data links were still in "beginners mode."
The Witch's nose wrinkled, her cackle echoed shrilly. Not fully comprehending, and never really, truly, caring what the Elves "blithered on" about - the Faeries carried on with, grooming themselves, and the Unicorn . . . . The Ogre, fatigued by too much sleep, sank to his knees, collapsed in a heap. Began snoring fit to bust.
The Ghosts and Spectres, Werewolves - no Wolverines thus far - had already explored space, indeed, they'd spent some time biding in the "worlds beyond our ken."
A hoot from way atop, the Oak tree, indicated tellingly, that the Owl was not amused . . . . Using a skill, learned long ago, he scratched an essay on
parchment about, space, the Universe and "perhaps,"
existing galaxies . . . .
I simply dozed off ? ! Debbie & Peter
1st " GLITCH LESS TUESDAY ! " Start-up day of a new drawing. ROGUE SHIP (for insertion in a SOLAR WIND book). I will enjoy re-visiting this - it'll be "glitch-less" !
The Werewolves and the Wolverines were contesting their position . . . . Each maintained that they were: "leaders, not 2nd best" (?)
The outcome of this, so-called, "dispute," was . . . . "Let our fellow garden residents, decide, and cast their vote. However . . . . When the final vote was cast, and counted, Wolverines and Werewolves 'twas counted, they came out neck to neck.
Their pride intact, no further contests required, the Witch presented each a "Winner's Medal." The day continued without a glitch . . . . Debbie & Peter
August 2015 Blog
31st " SCARY CLOSE-UP MONDAY ! "
Do you believe in omens ?
Went out last night to see the stars.
The sky was overcast . . . . No stars . . . . Is our world created by what we visualise ?
This morning, at first light of day, I went out into the garden, to inspect what must be done. The dew was shimmering on the grass, the Owl asleep in the old Oak tree.
I wandered through to the kitchen garden . . . . Oh, la, la!! All my magical friends were there . . . . The Faeries absorbed in washing, polishing veg., the Witch preparing her children and fire.
Ghosts and Spectres sat atop the walls, the Ogre doing his duty - digging, turning over earth. With this complete, he'd be expected to clean the tools, put them "to bed!"
I hadn't had my breakfast, did not yet possess the stamina to do anything more than watch ! ! Debbie & Peter
30th " SELECTIVE SUNDAY ! "
We are near the end . . . . . . .
Time to get ready for being "ultimately selective".
It's got to be RED in parts.
Coloured pencil ? Watercolour ? Even keel thinking time !
But, out in the garden . . . . . . .
The Ogre couldn't keep himself on an even keel.
One day up, and one day down, and
sleeping, always sleeping.
The Witch, impatient now, with his constant grouchy humour,
stalked up to him this morning, and took him to one side.
"This must stop now," she wheezed,
"Your behaviour is disgraceful. Sit ye down, make up your mind and, choose to take some exercise!!"
"Should you not, I'll research a spell, which causes you to do so . . . . "
"Take notice of what the Faeries, Unicorn, and I, do. You have till tomorrow to pull yourself together"
Stunned, the Ogre got up, and stumbled home to snore his head off. Debbie & Peter
29h " GEE-UP SATURDAY ! "
Gee-up . . . . . . .
Time to complete a very complicated drawing.
The wicked fairground ride.
Miracle of miracles - forward in time - or backward in time.
And - miracle of miracles, The sun is in the heavens! The air is clear, the colours vibrant, no scarf required, or gloves - so, thinking on, perhaps a jersey , or light jacket, is all that's really needed . . . . (Unless, of course, you're Shropshire-born . . . . in which case, just a tee-shirt!)
The Wolverines were yowling, the Werewolves were baying, the Unicorn wore earmuffs, which the Faeries stuffed his ears with.
The Witch was too immersed in preparing her "today's" brew. The extra-special recipe was for, an extra-special "patient."
Awareness slowly dawned on me . . . . the row inside the house, was reaching a crescendo . . . . a fight: Dogs versus cats, result: Go throw cold water over them . . . . Debbie & Peter
Luckily, something less wicked occurred in the studio garden . . . . An infant dragon, with its mother, spent this early morning with us - a welcome break in their journey to Wales . . . . The little dragon spent the time having a blissful sleep. His mother spoke of all they'd seen, the magical creatures they'd encountered, whilst on their travels to ancient Dragon lands.
The Unicorn was hesitant in joining in the chat. The Faeries kept their distance, too! The Witch, and Ogre, Pixies, Elves, Imps, and Werewolves . . . . and I, followed our "per usual" routine, listening in now and then . . . . Debbie & Peter
27th " LANGUID THURSDAY ! "
MORE massive upgrades coming soon . . . . . . .
In a languid kind of way . . . . .
(watch this space . . . . )
A languid tortoise promenaded Round the pond and under the fence. Would it not get lost and fraught, crossing unknown territory? Such is life!
The Werewolves sniffed, and finally found what they'd been searching for . . . . . food . . . . . Today, the Witch was cooking broth. The Faeries, in short, full-skirted, elegance, we're pirouetting round the Oak Tree.
A sleepy owl looked down, sustained fully, from the bottom-most branch . . . . He gave a hoot, and closed his eyes.
The Unicorn came into land, and, Helter skelter, clutching towels, the swimming-suited Elves dived into the garden pond, and boy! was it ever cold!!
They zipped back and forth, and rounding, and got out quick, toweled themselves and rushed off quickly in search of suitable Elfin clothes and something very hot to drink!! Debbie & Peter
26th " WOW WEDNESDAY ! "
http://www.peterandrewjones.net/shop_inventory_books.htm MASSIVE upgrades ! Solar Wind / Heroes & villains. More, soon as . . . . . .
This early morning, I stood in the shade of a Sycamore tree, making notes on the article for which I'd been asked . . . . .
(upgrades, upgrades, upgrades and, yes more upgrades - need coffee!) The Ravens were cawing, phew! what a row!! The Elves were bouncing round the garden, happily playing "woe betide you, if you bump me, I'll thump you," aboard Pogo sticks . . . . . The Faeries were perched, each on "her" flower - dressed in summer gowns of rainbow hues and colours. The stream was, again, in full spate, a fish leapt gracefully, tracing an arc.
The Witch, in her wisdom, had forgotten to protect the pile of logs set aside for her fire . . . . . No way they'd burn - rain soaked right through!! Debbie & Peter
25th "TUMULTUOUS TUESDAY"
Heroes & Villains. Upgraded editions. http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_heroes.htm ALL luxury now. No more "yesterday's" heroes.
A Weasel and Snail were conversing, the Weasel trimming his speed to that of the Snail . . . . . smoothly gliding across the the lawn - leaving a trail of fresh, white slime.
An Elf, on his own, was blowing bubbles through a straw. Yet another practiced shooting peas from his new pea-shooter . . . . . An Owl slumbered serenely in the majestic Oak tree.
The stream was overflowing after all the rainfall - and, miracle of miracles, A crescendo of birdsong as, A flock of fantastical birds flew overhead. These from the Tale of Welsh Faerie Queen . . . . . Rhiannon!!
They followed their leader, headed Westward. Towards the magic book shop. Debbie & Peter
24th "MAGNIFICENT MONDAY"
Solar Wind. Upgraded editions. http://www.peterandrewjones.net/books/book_solarwind.htm ALL luxury now. No more "ordinary" books. (Shoo-shoo, all gone, bye bye).
So, the Sugar Plum Faerie was down in the dumps. (she'd wanted to go backwards) A "wannabe," she, was now "out of date." (no more "ordinary, everybody's got one" experiences). She sat in an apple tree, biting her nail . . . . . (and wondering how to go forward). No idea came to mind. Alas, what could she do?
The Witch cast a glance at the downcast Faerie. The Elves took no notice, the Unicorn wasn't there.
Opening her, "Super Special Spells," the Witch perused the contents therein. Could she find any mentioned ways to transform Faeries? At last! Taking the magical creature by the hand, she placed her in a particular "magic spot" in the garden.
Quietly she chanted and then, with a sweep of her wand, cast a transforming spell on the Sugar Plum Faerie.
With a swish and a whoosh, and a shower of gold, the spell got to work, and the Sugar Plum Faerie became an Apple Tree Faerie . . . . .
Times change - evolve or die . . . . Debbie & Peter
23rd "LONG-SHOT SUNDAY" A sketchbook in my hand, I'm off out to the pub.
It's pouring (I mean, a deluge) of rain.
But - to sit in the garden, sip a pint or two, and enjoy . . . . . peace.
Enough! (scanning) - time to sit and draw, and watch the rain, & Jackdaws . . . .
End of nest-making approaching. Time to prepare to cut your hedge! No problem there . . . . tis afterwards, clearing the debris, filling sacks, before the "landfill destination."
I've decided not to worry . . . . for, with an tempting bribe, or two, I'll persuade the Elves to do their both?! (Perhaps, even, to rake the lawn to tidiness).
The Witch could merely cast a spell, but that would spoil the garden "Play." A flask of coffee in my hand, a morning paper to peruse, I sauntered out to greet the day, and think about what bribe they'd fall for . . . . Debbie & Peter
22nd "CLOSE-UP SATURDAY" Too close for comfort.
Enough to crack the scanner plate !
Looking the other way while scanning!
Watching the antics in the garden through the window . . . . . . and . . .
Come what may, the Witch remained - upper most important resident of the garden personalities . . . . . Even the Ogre bowed to her demands . . . . The Ghosts and Spectres were having a field day - wafting and tipsy turvy floating on the soft currents of air.
The Flower Faeries were splashing their faces in stream water, before washing their hair and choosing what to wear.
The Werewolves and Wolverines had gone on a spree, to create havoc in the countryside - frighten the country folk!!
I joined the Elves in pursuit of fun . . . . dancing with the butterflies, forgetful of my age . . . . Debbie & Peter
21st "GOLAB FRIDAY" Golab.
You can tell from his demeanor . . . . He doesn't want to be scanned - too bad; has to happen.
A walk 'round the garden first perhaps - to prepare mentally.
Gingerene, a Pond Reed Faerie, hair cascading down her back - still wet . . . . Settling gracefully on a rose bush, she smiled, giggled, and "Hi!" she said.
This morning the residents of the garden were sipping dandelion tea, from miniature, Faery teacups. The Wolverines and Unicorn drank cool, clean water from the stream, which runs across the lawn, beneath the fence, into the wood.
The Witch, together with her cat, were polishing the brand new broom, a model containing magic spells . . . . (When tapped according to instructions, the handle glowed, next step . . . . your instructions).
The Ogre sat exhausted, beneath the Oak, breathing stertorously through his "Roman" nose. He'd nap perhaps an hour, shake his head, and join the party. (He could be, his mood content, a very funny story-teller).
The early morning dew lay damply. Closed flower heads opened gently. From the topmost Oak tree branches, came the song of myriad birds . . . . Debbie & Peter
20th "AVENGING THURSDAY" Scary.
I might not sleep after scanning this.
And, other to scan, too, maybe 'til dawn ! ? !
(everal hours later . . . . . . . )
I have not, actually slept a wink - having celebrated all night, 'til dawn!!
The Witch, proud possessor of a brand new broom, took me on a (very), extended, ride . . . . Our travels took us through chill air, across countryside, and sea . . . . Over fields, hills, and lakes, Soaring, diving, acrobating.
Today, my friends, (except the Faeries), are blissfully enjoying a sleep in . . . . Debbie & Peter
The Ogre, the Witch, and her brand, new broom, we're ensconced in the garden shed, consulting on how best to remedy their trials and tribulations . . . . (Needless to say, the Ogre, with nary a clue, contributed little - a grunt, or deep sigh . . . . )
The resident ghosts, and spectres, wafted. The Unicorn grazed, silver wings unfurled to catch the breeze. The Flower Faeries were clustered around four of their friends, Apprentice Faeries, all - Summer, Frou-Frou, Clarissa, and Titania, Bright as the stars . . . .
The Elves, in their usual, winky-wonk mode, were hoeing and raking a far corner of the garden . . . . They have, truth to tell, been helpful as helpful maintaining the walled, kitchen section!!
At present, the climate doesn't know what to do - is it Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, or an amalgamation of them all? Debbie & Peter
18th "BLOSSOMING TUESDAY" Creiddylad, Flower Queen, promised in marriage to Gwythyr ap Greidawl, but abducted by the Gwyn ap Nudd, Lord of the Underworld.
A fierce battle ensued between them settled by King Arthur who ordered Gwyn and Gwythyr to battle each other for the hand of Creiddylad every year at Calan Mai (Beltane).
Symbolic of the battle between Summer and Winter, between light and dark, life and death.
'Tis a day to celebrate!! I've achieved a Ph.D (in spell-casting, at last) . . . . . I feel a sense of - leonine power(?)
Tonight, weather permitting, my magical friends, and I, shall lay on such a party in the garden!!
The Wolverines, and Ogre, bless them, will understand completely - nothing! Catch up with me tomorrow, for an up-date on how things went . . . . . Debbie & Peter
17th "SCANNER MONDAY"
Amichicoth. Another KULT icon.
Under the scanner today.
Ready to ship (stands to reason).
It stands to reason, I think, that if, 1+ 1 makes 2, I'll one day, someday, I'll sail the seas, ride giant waves, enjoy the tempests . . . . If, perchance, the ship goes down, a life awaits, beneath the waters, midst fish and sand, sea-plants, and rocks, turtles, whales - and, sharks?
Another scenario could be: row across the great Pacific, (or Atlantic Sea), in a sturdy, well-stocked, unsinkable, wooden boat, replete with compass, Very Light, and First Aid Box . . . .
Whoopee!! Debbie & Peter
16th "RUNIC SUNDAY" Another KULT icon.
Ready to scan
Ready to ship.
The "Peaches and cream" of the "Awesome Archive" . . . . ..
Peaches and cream, custard cream biscuits . . . . These are just some of the goodies I've let the Elves taste!
(To tell you the truth, they have, one and all, choked, sneezed, and, wrinkled their noses - a non-discountable, sign of displeasure!)
This early morning, the Witch was "fashion designer" dressed, having noted every detail of the styles that her French kith and kin wore. (This, during a brief sojourn in the "gateway to Camargue, "The City of Arles).
I spent quite a long time, perhaps an hour, plus, conversing with the Faeries, who were in great good humour - "giggly, friendly." Debbie & Peter
15th "TEMPESTUOUS SATURDAY" KULT icon.
Close-up.
Mean-looking.
Close-up.
Shakespeare's "The Tempest" is taking place, over the countryside surrounding us . . . . The Breakfast Room is comfortably warm, who knows how my magical friends are coping?
The Witch's cauldron's brimful of water, the fresh-laid fire not fit for purpose . . . . The Unicorn is sheltering under the marquee. Will our intended garden party actually take place?
The Elves and their kin, I know full-well, will be "over-the-top" behaviour-wise, when the tempest lays its head on the bed, and finally goes to sleep . . . . Debbie & Peter
14th "FEROCIOUS FRIDAY" KULT icon.
Scanning today.
Shipping Tuesday to a collector.
Probably swirling wind and cold then, like today, but got to go anyway . . . . . .
Swirling wind and cold, grey weather. No way on Earth a day to go out, let alone mingle with my magical friends . . . . A bright idea shot through my mind - why not stick a poster on the (streaming) window, written in the "common" language they shared? This, to invite them, one and all, to join me in the snug and warm.
The poster written, I sat down and waited for whatever. Much to my surprise, a gentle knock sounded on the outside door. A temporary lull in the pounding rain, and the entire Faery Kingdom was
thrilled to accept my invitation . . . . even the Witch, and her swain, the
Magician. Debbie & Peter
13th "THINK-THRU THURSDAY" Now at a critical juncture.
More, or less, foliage ?
How many more flowers ?
And how much is hair and how much Daisies . . . . . . . . ! ? !
The garden was full of life . . . . A real change from yesterday! The Wolverines were back again, as were, seemingly, all the Witch's covers . . . . They huddled, secret, private - hatching out some kind of plot?
The Faeries settled serenely on their own, especial, flower. Then . . . . An unfortunate event occurred - the family dogs appeared, and, with complete and utter skill, proceeded blissfully to create absolute and total, chaos . . . . . Debbie & Peter
12th "WILLING WEDNESDAY" The commission ?
To draw a "very pretty lady".
CREIDDYLAD - THE QUEEN OF FLOWERS.
Very regal - and a subject of the moment (and a future book).
The stately Queen of Faeries swept regally into the garden. Her retinue surrounded her, Ladies in Waiting, Pages, Secretary, Juggler, and beauticians to the Royal Household . . . . I stood to one side, transfixed. The Flower Faeries curtsied, the Witch took off her hat, slightly bowed her head, and sniggered.
The ghosts and spectres, ghostly Werewolves, Elves and Pixies, Imps and Ogre mingled as far away as possible. They had their different social "set-ups," Who was who, and of what importance. Respect and reverence rarely reared their heads!! Debbie & Peter
11th "TALENTED BARISTA TUESDAY" He's done it again.
The talented Alex at Mr. Bun The Baker, Church Stretton.
An added plus to my extra-mural morning drawing studio . . . . .
A welcome back, as . . . . I'd been having a long weekend break in a cabin, situated quietly, deep inside a forest. Early one morning, as is my wont, I wandered outside to explore the environs.
Coming across a hidden glen, I espied jewel-like wild flowers and, a stunningly beautiful "goddess/witch."
She wore a gossamer-light gown of crimson and gold. Her shoes were mere slippers, of gold leaf and lilies.
She stood, head bent, contemplative, thoughtful. I watched for awhile, turned regretfully away, Slowly indeed, I walked slowly back . . . . Debbie & Peter
10th "MOVING ALONG MONDAY" Progress on a current drawing.
I ponder, how did I ever put SO much work into the original version ! ?
Youthful energy ?
This current rendering may not be THE most complicated version - but it will at least come a close second !
And - a early morning garden walk set up my energy.
Even earlier than usual, I went out into the garden. Not a single soul was present . . . . Where, oh where, were they✨?
From underneath a statuette, a sniffle, snuffle noise . . . . An Elf appeared, quite obviously. suffering a nasty cold.
The Witch, from from where she'd been, somewhere deep within the wood, negotiated the fence, waited, gave a huge sneeze.
Delicately, hesitantly, the Flower Faeries joined us. They carefully tended "their" flower, sprinkled each from miniature watering cans.
This task complete, they settled down to comb their hair, and chitter chatter. Soon, the garden was replete with Elves, Imps, Pixies, Ogre, ghostly Werewolves, Faeries, Witch.
I sighed . . . . breathed deeply - Such a relief!! Debbie & Peter
9th "SENSUAL SUNDAY" New drawing started. For a future book. And for a collector.
Stage 1. Now on stage 2 (must ignore birds rowing outside) !
I wandered down the country lane, noting changes in the scenery. A fallow field beckoned. I entered, walked towards the ancient Oak.
Beside the Oak, hands clasped, a ring of Faeries danced, Elves, Pixies, Imps, were up the tree, running up and down along thick branches. Nearby, the Ogre, was stretched out upon the grass, enjoying the sun, warm and comforting at last
Rooks and Crows soared high above us, Bees buzzed, a Buzzard hunted.
Guess what else? Yes . . . . a swarm of Flies, with one intent - to irritate and annoy us!! Debbie & Peter
8th "SATISFYING SATURDAY" The Awesome Archive now takes a break.
Stage 4 complete (for now}.
Staggering, trying to upload (40+ years work ! )
Staggering . . . . . . .
The Hobgoblin postman staggered past me, loaded down with post and parcels. These fantasy creature friends of mine have countless far-flung family members, so very many friends in different lands . . . . They spoke in diverse, foreign tongues, however - there is a "universal" language, every creature can converse in!!
The dogs had already had, the first dog walk of the day. Presently asleep, they, (and I), would "take breakfast," followed by what comes next!! Debbie & Peter
7th "FULL-ON FRIDAY" The Awesome Archive continues to unroll . . . . Stage 3.
And yes, 1,000,000 stages STILL to go . . . . ! ! !
Time for a break !
Garden tidying.
The gardener was mowing, weeding, sweeping up the garden refuse . . . . The Faeries helped him, where they could, the Elves played, "getting in the way."
I wandered out, to greet the day . . . . opportunity knocked, the Witch was free to talk at length, of this and that - and the other.
Golly gumdrops, a bonus ! ! A Genie swept in upon his carpet . . . . He turned the Witch's cat to stone, not wishing for a contretemps. Cats usually took one look, and, yowled - unfurled their claws, and scratched him . . . . . The Wizard, scenting something different, added his presence to the company . . . . Debbie & Peter
6th "THOROUGHLY THURSDAY" The Awesome Archive continues to unroll . . . .
Stage 2.
1,000,000 stages STILL to go . . . . :)
Want to place bets on how long it'll take us in total ! ? !
The Elves have opened a Betting Shop?! Who knows what they're going to bet on . . . . Perhaps they'll organise a Derby, or fantastical, Grand National.
The Queen of Faeries, presents the trophy, the Faeries, grooms - two for each horse, i.e. a Unicorn . . . . Those race-goers who wish to sit can assist in the building of trackside stands.
The Witch could oversee the finish, make sure, if nose to nose, the winner. I've got the very trophy to get offer, small, though heavy, genuine silver!! Debbie & Peter
5th "WONDERFUL WEDNESDAY" The Awesome Archive begins to unroll . . . .
Stage 1.
1,000,000 stages to go . . . . (just kidding)
Having made the decision to go for a walk, I pursued my way through the wood, and up, to the top of the hill, overlooking the valley . . . . There, from underneath a rock fall, I espied country-dwelling Elves! They lived amongst the rocks, in warm, deep holes, under bushes, wild flowers, conscious that 'twas imperative they were well-hidden, unseen by hill walkers . . . . There were Witches, too, separated by transparent boundaries, each lording over her particular "realm."
Through the magical grapevine, I am known to them all, and walked I in impeded, freely, greeted without rancour . . . . Debbie & Peter
4th "TWO TO DO TUESDAY" 2nd of 10 Kult Icons to scan.
3rd "MUCH TO DO MONDAY" First of 10 Kult Icons to scan.
Full shot. Scanned, processed & archived to the Picture Library.
Meanwhile, out in the back garden . . . . . . .
A rainbow curved across the valley. The sun shone low, no clouds at all . . . . The Wizard was on his way, to market and to drink a pint, to talk with colleagues, exchange opinions, concerning what "the world" was doing.
The market teemed, the Wizard had, perforce, to push and shove, to but in firmly . . . . His purchases in two, large baskets, he found the pub and - whew!! - a bench beside the busy Bar. His fellow drinkers, largely, were familiar, arrived from all around the land.
Stretching out his tired legs, he grasped the tankard, quaffed a mouthful. Later he would down a sandwich . . . . restore his strength, his "walk home" energy . . . . Debbie & Peter
2nd "SCANNER SUNDAY" First of 10 Kult Icons to scan.
Detail/close up. Sending to a collector shortly.
Out in the back garden . . . . . . .
The Witch was waiting on the Wizard, breakfasting on toast and honey. She had chosen rose hip tea, and a bowl of dandelions, with wild mushrooms.
I left them to their tête-à-tête, greeting everybody else. Nothing out of the norm was taking place . . . . a quiet, calm, chill summer morning!
The Ghosts and Spectres floated round, the garden, but, I suddenly noticed that, they were headed t'wards the kitchen window.
I knew full well they had in mind, to give the cook a goodly fright ! ! Debbie & Peter
1st "SATISFIED SATURDAY" A classic re-visited and completed - The Gold at The Starbows End. An original pencil drawing. To be inserted into an edition of our "Solar Wind" book.
I'm now satisfied (with the outcome). Which is more than I can say for this strange summer weather.
Summer is not to be, I fear . . . . The Witch pooh-poohed my prophesy ! I must never dismiss an Indian summer . . . . The Elves were not "put-putout able." The Werewolves were simply, ghosts; the Faeries put on extra "layers" and sheltered in their hidey-holes ! !
On chilly days and rainy days, I spent scarce any time out in the garden. Instead, I wrote more, researched, read. Made sure to include a daily walk ! ! Debbie & Peter
July 2015 Blog
31st "CRUX FRIDAY" It begins (at last). Controversial (some say).
The future is not yet. And yet, it has already happened, more than twice. It
will happen again, and again, and certainly again after that, until the
world collides with the Sun, ending the habit once and for all, though
most likely, other beings, on other worlds, will be ensuring the cycle
of life is continuing, in its inevitable manner. Such
is the cycle of the world, and the insistent habits and tendencies of
its inhabitants, no matter their race, belief system or cultural roots. Do not morn, nor shed tears, for it is how it is meant to be. For nothing is permanent - except change.
30th "KULT THURSDAY" Shipping . . . .
To a collector.
Next week.
The ghostly Werewolves yowled and barked, The Giant roared, bad-temperedly. So great a noise, the Witch took umbrage . . . . screeched a spell to stem the tide - it worked!!
It mattered not, which creature, where . . . . each became a silent statue. The Faeries, Elves, Imps and Goblins were rendered, slow-moving, puppet- like, actors . . . .
The Witch, now chortlingly pleased, began, once more, to stir her cauldron. Gleefully casting care aside, she wove whatever spells she chose . . . . These hotch-potch, weird and wonderful blends blew round the garden, through the wood . . . . The trees and flowers, bushes, garden stream, reacted . . . . wow!! Debbie & Peter
29th "STUMBLED UPON WEDNESDAY" Stumbled upon in Birmingham (England)
Interesting !
Exceptional !
Equinox, our (virtual) Highland Terrier, had taken exception to an "incomer," Hobgoblin. He had spent a very early morning yapping, nipping at its ankles.
The Hobgoblin, most put out, turned the garden hose on - turned it full on, and soaked the first "beast." Equinox shook himself with vigour, raced back to the house, doubtless to be toweled and blow-dried!
The Faeries found this episode hugely comical . . . . a "morning comedy." The Witch took absolutely no notice, the Elves, Imps, Pixies, Ghosts - everyone, clapped, and laughed. The day's begun . . . . Debbie & Peter
28th "TIME TRAVEL TUESDAY" Re-visiting a classic - stage 2 . . . . In full spate . . . . so to speak . . . .
And . . . . our garden rivulet, or stream is also in full spate . . . . so to speak. The Elves were playing a jumping game, rock to rock, who will fall in?
Each Faery sat upon her own, particular, flower . . . . The Witch conversed in scratchy whisper with the Wizard, concerning - what ?
I managed very little time out and about the garden . . . . Just enough to note what needed to be done, how quickly. Debbie & Peter
27th "EVOLUTION MONDAY"
1). A Roberson & Co oil paint tube (circa 1960). Bought by the artist when not quite 12 years old from the Roberson artist's materials shop in Parkway, Camden Town, North London. 2). A Rowney oil paint tube circa 1970s. Used by the artist in his teens. Possibly bought by the artist around 16-17 years old or a bit later from the Cowling & Wilcox artist's materials shop in Soho, Central London, on entry to St. Martins School of Art. 3). A tube of the artist's own handmade oil paint. Made after 1999, the year the artist began to make his own paints.
Paint-making can be fun, or laborious, depending on how you do it. A glass of homemade wine, a Coheba, and seated in the garden grotto. Makes it a pleasure ! Though there can be distractions . . . . . . .
Whiskery, tousle-haired, sleepy-eyed, Giant, Wandered dislocatedly into the garden . . . . The Witch took one look, and cackled disapprovingly, The Faeries gathered round him, begged him to sit. Plonked himself down with a sigh of relief, and the Faeries washed his face with cool, clean, water . . . . combed his hair.
After one hour's "shut eye" the Giant woke up, hiccuped and burped, heaved himself to his feet. Stumbling awkwardly, he took a turn round the garden, trod on the witch's corn, fell over the fence . . . . disappeared . . . . Debbie & Peter
26th "NOSTALGIC SUNDAY" Unearthed ! ! !
A Roberson & Co paint tube.
Bought when the artist was not even 12 years old.
Forgotten, in the back of an unused paint box.
Until today.
Found !
And wail be used (on this cold and rainy, windy morning).
A cold and rainy, windy morning . . . . again ! ? !
The Faeries were perplexed, dismayed. Imps and Elves, Pixies, Witch, wrinkled their noses, frowning deeply. I, myself, wore winter clothes, together with a coat. scarf, gloves!!
We gathered in the kitchen garden, My magical friends beneath vegetable leaves, me, beneath a huge umbrella.
The garden Unicorn, and more, joined us, trotted over. They must have sensed some wish, some thought, that told them to prepare to take us, all, to a warm, more summery, place!! Debbie & Peter
25th "AWESOME SATURDAY" Timesnake & Superclown.
Finally - scan and composite completed !
Faerie kingdoms are mixed. Some of those magical creations are really horrid. They resemble “good” or “bad” - caring, healing, cruel, malicious. Weaving spells to mend wrongs or deliberately to set them up. Some assist in helping. Bringing humans together. Settling scores and settling lives. Some deliberately chose to change their natural shapes; to cast spells to bring alarm, dissension into all who they dislike. Certain smells and perfumes, depending on ingredients, pervade the air around each different sort of spell. Debbie & Peter
24th "AWESOME FRIDAY" Last scan - nearly complete.
Need a walk around the garden before completing . . .
Not
being well-briefed on the coming-into-being and development of Faeries,
I cannot tell you any more than once they weren't and now they are.
Home is anywhere that's suitable, relatively safe. Convenient to their magic lifestyles.
One
particular trait they're born with (although they need to teach
themselves to do this!) is “shape-shifting”, or changing shape . . . . or form.
Faeries
fly and so do insects, birds and sycamore leaves. Any animal form will
do. Much depends upon requirement. They assume, from
time-to-time, to dress-up in human form if and when they marry one. Debbie & Peter
Wandering the highways, by-ways, lost in dreams of "what comes next ?" I met an old man, clothed in rags, once leather . . . . We passed each other, breathed a greeting, continued on, through dawn . . . . Sunrise. Wispy clouds, glowing sunlight, a watersplash across my path.
Socks and shoes, off! Trousers rolled-up to the knees . . . . I paddled, mud and pebbles under-foot. The sound of water, running deep, following its ancient path, to meet a river, then the sea . . . . Sheep grazed and bleated, wild goats munched, a Wizard, thumb-stick in one hand, Elves and Goblins, Pixies, Witch . . . . and Faeries, awaited me - upon my return Debbie & Peter
22nd "AWESOME WEDNESDAY" Newly de-archived piece.
Timesnake & Superclown. And, yes, the scanning process continues, still . . . . !
Wow. Whoopee! I'm off, on holiday . . . . To a city, time forgot.
The family dogs are at, a local kennels, making unconnected "friends."
The gardener is toiling hard, assisted by the Flower Faeries. The Unicorn, fresh-groomed, coat glinting, paws the grass, and gently snorts . . . . The Elves, well-rested, energised, are practising their acrobatics. Later in the day, I'll pack, choose which books I want to take!
Like my garden colleagues/friends, having fun is tip, top, number 1 . . . . ! ! Debbie & Peter
21st "AWESOME TUESDAY" Newly de-archived piece.
Timesnake & Superclown. Busy, busy day, going through the scanning process . . . . !
Yesterday was super-busy, Business was busting out, everywhere, and all about ! ! !
The Faeries soon found they'd need their woollies . . . . I, for one, put on a sweater(?)
The Werewolves howled, and growled, and scared, even the intrepid, Elves !
The Witch was stoking up the fire, muttering complaints for her ears, only . . . . Somewhere in the upper ethers, the Unicorn was winging westward, off to an island in the sun!! Debbie & Peter
Alkyd Oils & Flow Formula Acrylics. Paints no longer manufactured ! ! !
Self-manufactured now.
The ever-relentless quest; for best materials . . . . .
An elite of "painter" Imps and Elves, I understand, has gone in search of those natural ingredients with which to manufacture different colours . . . . They'd hitched a ride on various Unicorns, content to provide a "taxi service" . . . . "Anymore to go?" I asked. "I'll ferry them to the hills in the Land Rover."
There were not, apparently. However, truth be told, a group of bored, (or restless) Faeries, are eager for a change of scene!!
We climbed aboard, I drove . . . . and spent the day exploring!! Debbie & Peter
19th "TIME TRAVEL SUNDAY" Re-visiting a classic - stage 1 . . . . for a collector.
"By The Pricking of My Thumb" (Something wicked this way comes!)
Suddenly, the day has lit up!
:)
The hills, this sunny, windy, morning, lit up . . . . The lush, and verdant, landscape, shimmered.
The garden oak tree's leaves were rustling, shivering . . . . The Witch was busy with her broom, brushing, sweeping, cleaning, and, preparing a fire, collecting water, ready, steady , go - Especially for her "to do," spells.
The Faeries, with the Elves, were weeding, hoeing, raking, gently snipping, sprinkling their flowers with dew.
The Woodpecker was deep intent, drumming artfully with its beak. The Ghosts were pottering about, the Werewolves sleeping in the sun . . . . I went outside to greet the "crew," filled my lungs, stretched, yawned, and sat, watching the interaction between my friends . . . . Debbie & Peter
18th "TIME TRAVEL SATURDAY" Another collectible publication.
A very special thank you to Pedro in Brazil for giving me this !
The Faeries fingernails sparkled with fresh, new-painted, nail varnish. Their hair, too, sparkled, jewel-like, washed clean in yesterday's sheeting down-pour . . . . Today, was "climb the Oak tree," perch high above the garden world, and, watch . . . . The morning play had long commenced, No "wicked witch" or "ugly sisters."
The Witch's cat was doing what it do does, it's daily, or, twice-daily, wash. The Unicorn was keeping well hidden, after yesterday's grooming session!
The Elves were higher still, than I, stop the the chimney of the house. (They'd shimmied up the Bougainvillea!)
Today, the Werewolves; the motley crew of ghosts and spectres, we're drifting here, there, disappear, return, repeat their dance once more . . . . Craning forward without due care, I slipped, and fell, landing inelegantly, but unhurt, upon the still wet, muddy, lawn . . . . Debbie & Peter
The Witch was back to wearing black, freshly clean, and newly mended ! ! Her cat was draped across her shoulders, A now-in-fashion , pointed hat completed the pristine ensemble . . . . The Flower Faeries were intent on grooming the multi-coloured unicorn. So particular they were. So much so, it's fretful whining, began to echo round the garden. It shifted here, and there, and back . . . . The Elves were digging up the mole-holes and blowing washing-up liquid bubbles . . . . (They'd "lifted" the liquid from our kitchen!)
Tonight, unless it rained, there'd be a garden-party picnic . . . . Debbie & Peter
16th "TIME TRAVEL THURSDAY" Another request from a collector for a classic re-visited . . . . To draw . . . . "The Gold at The Starbows End".
Joy !
:)
These days of wet and muggy weather, I spend most days within the wood. The dripping trees, the woodland puddles. The splashy, sploshy vegetation, wakes me up, restores my vigour!
I sometimes walk, I sometimes jog. Occasionally, I hitch a lift, bareback on the Unicorn . . . . Behind me, ride the "lazy" Elves and, on each shoulder and both thighs, the Faeries perch, knees under chins.
We visit our, most favoured pond, to greet the fresh-water seahorse and, if she's there, the fish-tailed Mermaid.
To a background harmony of Frogs and Toads, we race our Poohsticks 'cross the water, judge the winner, saunter home . . . . The Owl, asleep with one eye open, studies the scene, to see what's what . . . . Debbie & Peter
15th "WETTEST WEDNESDAY" A request from a collector . . . . To do a drawing of this cover art. It was the very first painting I did for a non-UK publisher. "By The Pricking of My Thumb" - Meulenhoff bv - Rotterdam. Thank you, Matthieu, for the request, allowing me to re-live this work. (and thank you Jacques, for coming to see me in London, so long ago . . . . . .) It'll hopefully make this day less rainy. In fact, the Sun has just come out ! There's hope yet !
Upside down, and back to front . . . . rain and bog, and lake-like puddles . . . . Wellingtons, and red sou'wester, splish, splashing wetly through the garden. The Witch is busy, establishing her daily rota. The Unicorn's flying backwards, upside down . . . . solely for a change of view! Each Faery's perched upon her flower, clouds of hair, red, gold, rainbow, cleanly soft and brightly shining. Honey bees there were a'plenty, butterflies, and birds . . . . and Elves! The Imps were playing Hopscotch, and Watch Me! I'm an acrobat!! I breathed deeply; smelled the scents of new-mown grass and wild flowers. Today, I chose to climb the Oak tree, and watched the scene below me . . . . Debbie & Peter
14th "DUTCH TUESDAY" Again, thanks to Peter in Belgium for sending me these.
Yet more of the many paintings we licensed to Meulenhoff. Thank you, Peter.
Makes the unusually rainy summer we are having more bearable !
And the rains came ! ! The Faerie Kingdom . . . . (our back garden), close-resembled a bog. Time pottered by and, surely, slowly, the torrential downpour became a light, negotiable, drizzle . . . . Peering through the misted window, I noticed a curious group of magical beings. Not only were the usual crowd present, but, a motley crew of Mods and Rockers completed the weird and motley crowd ! ! I watched, with awe and wonderment, a sort of potted history . . . . Debbie & Peter
13th "BELGIAN MONDAY" Thanks so much to Peter in Belgium for sending me these.
Some of the many paintings of mine licensed to Meulenhoff.
I do have many of the books and printer's proofs, but not all. So these bring back so many happy memories of working in Holland.
Thank you, Peter. Very much appreciated.
I shall have fun thinking of these while I walk 'round town in the rain !
Yesterday proved muggy-wet too. Busy, busy . . . . So much fun!!
The Elves were full of beans, the Faeries , fluttered, with the butterflies and insects . . . . Their enchanting giggling and laughter lit up the atmosphere with joy ! !
The Werewolves lay upon the grass, together with the Unicorn. I propped myself beneath the Oak, Red Kites soared over hill and valley.
The Witch was in the best of moods. Her cauldron bubbled, delicate perfumes wafted, around the garden. over the hedge . . . . Beside me, open, ready, lay ignored, my present, adventure read. I watched my fantasy friends, eyes drooped . . . . Snoozed awhile, stretched, went to converse with the Witch.
To my amazement, as I stood there, the Unicorn came up behind me, nudged my back, whinnied . . . . I understood an invitation, mounted. With graceful elegance, we wheeled and reared, rose quick and easy to the sky . . . . Debbie & Peter
12th "HEROIC SUNDAY" Heroes & Villains Book - original drawing for luxury edition. The completed drawing is glued into the book.
As with the Solar Wind Book (see yesterday) It is now unique.
The only one quite like it !
Time now, to take a break, and see what's happening . . . .
. . . . outside the studio . . . . . .
The garden was, once again, undergoing landscaping . . . . so, very little space for my magical friends! Curious to see what was in hand, they foregathered together at the edge of the lawn. Apart from the Ogre, the epitome of complainant, not a single deep, despairing sigh did I hear . . . . A much extended patch of "wild garden" area. A further planting of trees, the orchard enhanced. The tennis court remains, the kitchen garden now walled . . . . Poking their noses through the kitchen garden gate, My magical friends sensed at once, a new home!! (Possibly, the more argumentative would dispute who went where . . . . ) I merely sat myself down on a bench beneath the old oak ! ! Debbie & Peter
11th "SOLAR SATURDAY" Solar Wind Book - original drawing for luxury edition.
The completed drawing is glued into the book.
It is now an utterly unique work.
The only one in the entire universe exactly like it !
Every book we complete is such a satisfying experience . . . . . almost as though, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, is spreading her cloak over our efforts . . . .
Mesmeric, incandescent, the Mother Goddess of the Earth, Spread her cloak of supreme power over our ancient Island home . . . . Bathed in unspoiled splendour, wild, untamed, replete with legends. Gods and Goddesses wielded their power, foreign armies conquered. Dark Age followed Light, History followed history . . . . Seated on my favoured bench, daily I learned, the fascinating story behind my own!! Debbie & Peter
10th "FINALISED FRIDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon"
Graphite on Ivory Board.
Ready to be inserted into luxury edition of Solar Wind book.
Complete at last !
Did not sleep too well last night . . . . Dreaming dreams of fantasy ! Finding Witches inside wardrobes, a Wizard hid beneath my bed . . . . Faery tales demand re-reading, as do tales from round the globe! The garden residents provide me with, only a glimpse of our fantasy world . . . . Such a joy, I'd find it, to perch upon a broomstick, (or a Unicorn), and soar far and wide, in any weather, drinking in the magical life ! ! Debbie & Peter
9th "TUTORIAL THURSDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon" Something old, something new. I was once asked by a fan > "How do you draw circles?" I thought it was a wind-up at first. It wasn't (I subsequently found out) ! So, here's how it's done (at least in this instance) >
(Something old, something new).
Something old and something new . . . . The Werewolves' cubs were adults, now! And . . . . the off-spring of the Unicorn had gone, to other realms, other places.
Over the garden, the Witch held sway, The Flower Faeries flitted, lightly . . . . their tiny, delicate wings a' sparkling. The Elves had hitched a lift, today, upon our Wolfhound's hairy back . . . .
Of course, the Wolfhound took exception, Growled deep, barked, shook himself . . . . The Elfin folk merely laughed!
The Witch wore crimson, oyster-grey, sparkling crystals in her hair! Rhinestones glinted on her shoes, (Another reason for the Imps, Gnomes, Elves, and Pixies, to hide her wand and tease her . . . .
From the wood, the Wizard came, to counter her increasing "taking-over." Fair is fair, he thought, there's room for all of us . . . . and more!! Debbie & Peter
8th "WE'RE NEARLY DONE WEDNESDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon" Spooky sky now done (took 5 hours !)
Just polishing off the finer details left to do.
Looks like yet more midnight oil might need to be burnt . . . . . . .
The moon had risen, full and bright. Stars shone, diamonds in the sky. A limpid, still-warm summer night . . . . A gentle breeze, the scent of flowers, and new-mown grass, still to be raked.
The wooden bench, now strewn with cushions, proved a comfy perch for the Witch and I . . . . The Faeries sat in a circle, on the dry, warm, brownish grass.
An Owl swooped low, espied some food . . . . a Field Mouse, or what? The Witch's cat, cock a hoop, had caught another for supper.
With scarce a sound, a flight of bats, flying low and quick, headed for the nearby church. A Nightingale sang. A Cuckoo called, Fireflies hovered, Mosquitos hummed.
These left me, and the Witch, alone. Evening turned to night, chilled. The Witch, the Faeries, and I, rose, stretched, and went to bed . . . . Debbie & Peter
7th "TUMULTUOUS TUESDAY" A special collection - Kult Icons - for a special collector.
The Witch went to market to buy a second wand, logs for her fire, and polish for the cauldron.
She had some way to go, so made use of her broom, zipping through the cool, summer sky at, seemingly breakneck speed!
The Persian Cat, her especial pet, clung on for dear life, keeping its head down, and eyes firmly closed . . . . The market was busy, the stall-holders eager, to attract everyone, anyone to purchase their goods
The Witch wore black, and a hat, to denote her importance, ensure a tip-top service. In order to purchase every item of import, she wandered, and pondered, and consulted her cat . . . . At the stroke of 4pm, she was ready to return, to the extensive country garden which is her domain . . . . Debbie & Peter
6th "MOODLING MONDAY" Another gift, from my Brazilian friends - thank you SO much.
The Faery garden has altered slightly.
Positioned where the soil is rich, there now is a "designer" vegetable garden . . . . (replete with herbs!)
The Ogre tripped the other day, over the newly-laid, stone surround. Tumbling, rolling, somersaulting, he ended up in the compost heap . . . . The Faeries dusted off his face, smoothed the long red hair and beard.
The Elves thought this a hoot, and promptly followed suit. Mayhem on the garden incline, followed by infectious laughter . . . . The taller flowers were knocked askew, the ground-cover squashed . . . . The Witch appeared, the Wizard, too. Taking one, short, stony look, together they set all to rights . . . . Anxious to avoid a backlash, the Elves scrambled quickly up a tree. The Ogre limped off to the wood. A Cuckoo called, the Faeries flitted from bush to flower to stone, rock-garden, till their interest waned . . . . then they perched, reposed . . . . Debbie & Peter
5th "NEWSLETTERSUNDAY" A MASSIVE radical change to the website, underway . . . . . !
We must be crazy. A mammoth task. But good news for newsletter subscribers !
Think we need a cup of tea to attempt this, and cool garden shade . . . .
Our garden offers some, slight coolness, Go into town, 'Tis humid!! No go till evening falls . . . . The Witch had taken cat and wand, and disappeared into the hills. The Wizard, too, had gone to find, a cooler, more temperate, atmosphere . . . . Elves and Faeries, ghostly Werewolves, aged Ghosts and ancient Spectres, unused to such claustrophobic weather, floated languid, without energy in the morning air.
I, propped up against a tree, watched the scene, as though a film. Then, the bell for breakfast, rang. Getting slowly to my feet, once more I meandered back indoors . . . . Debbie & Peter
4th "BRAZILIAN SATURDAY" Another VERY special day. My thanks to Pedro, who came 8,961 km / 5578 miles to give me gifts !
Brazilian role play games books with my covers on. Thank you Pedro !
A cool gift to receive on a very hot day ! :)
The road that runs past our garden gate, was oozing with sticky tarmacadam . . . .
A Crow, in its wisdom, endeavoured to cross . . . . and found the shape of its claws inadequate for the task!
The Elves were performing elfin acrobatics, making full use of the gate and, the half-open garage doors . . . . The Witch had felt justified in building a fire, cauldron bubbling, she was happily casting spells . . . . The delicate scent of the potion perfumed the air - and the Faeries, ghostly Werewolves, even the Ogre, were blissfully sniffing, snuffling, filling their lungs full with the magical, smell . . . . The Unicorn swooped swiftly to land on the lawn, Whinnied, tossed its tail, and shook out its mane . . . . The moment it began to chomp on the grass, six Elves somersaulted onto its back for a ride . . . . Debbie & Peter
3rd "FANDOM FRIDAY" A VERY special day. It's not every day that a fan travels 8,961 km / 5578 miles to see me ! A very enjoyable meeting.
My deepest and very sincere thanks and appreciation to Pedro Silva and Camila Panhoca for coming to visit me. Lost for words . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A cool afternoon, in every sense, after a very humid morning . . . .
A heavy, humid morning, "Gaspy" sort of weather . . . . Fortunately, the sky was grey, No need to wear a hat!
The Imps and Gnomes, Elves and Pixies were taking turns to have a bareback ride upon our garden unicorn.
The Faeries, wilting in the heat, perched languidly upon the grass. The Witch, disinclined to light a fire, cast her spells quite simply, blowing each one t'wards its target.
I propped myself against a tree, sat, vigorously fanned my face . . . . The Ogre, paying a visit, ensconced himself beside me. Not much was said by anyone, intent on gasping for air . . . . Debbie & Peter
2nd "CLASSIC THURSDAY" "Fire on Water" Drawing for insertion into Heroes & Villains book. About two thirds of the way through . . . . . . . .
Dragonflies and Fireflies, the everyday, "get-off" flies . . . . Gnats and Wasps and Honey Bees, butterflies and Moths - hither, thither, and wherever you chose to wander . . . . I find myself going outside, earlier and earlier!
No need to worry that I'll miss the Ogre, Witch or Faeries. Occasionally, the elves are absent, exploring other gardens, causing mayhem, having fun!!
The white and silver Unicorn is now father to a foal, a colt. Too early, still, to learn to fly, so - it's parents tend to stay "down here!"
The Wizard chanced to visit us, dressed comfortably in summery robes. The Witch, disinclined to be out-done, wore whispery white and gold and silver robes.
The Faeries took one look at me, dressed as I was, in shorts and T-shirt. A new experience, perhaps, and quite amusing, it seems ! ! Debbie & Peter
1st "CLASSIC WEDNESDAY" "Fire on Water" Drawing for insertion into Heroes & Villains book.
About half way though . . . .
A heatwave, goodness gracious, is it ever hot!!
No shade for the wicked . . . . No coolness, no air!?
The Ogre was lying absolutely prone, sighing deeply, moaning, gasping for breath . . . . The Witch wore a gown of chiffon and gossamer, A sweeping, wide-brimmed sun hat protected her face.
The Faeries were apparelled in flower petals and leaves, Each had a parasol and delicate fan, and, sat, perched on a toadstool, exquisite wings fluttering.
The Dragon, too, was present, up a tree, Sniffling and snuffling, clouds of grey, wispy smoke drifting, feather-like, from his jaws . . . . "Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly . . . . " Agh!! I was reminded to go back indoors, and find the fly spray/fly- paper, to avoid going peer the course of the day . . . . Debbie & Peter
June 2015 Blog
30th "CLASSIC TUESDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon" Not much more to do, just going-in close for detail.
And a spooky sky to do !
Fire and brimstone, the Witch's coven cometh ! ! So great in number are they that, the garden will be inundated . . . . (Thankfully, 'tis to be, an early evening cocktail party).
Their broomsticks? Whither dost thou wander? Their hats tossed - whose is which?
The sunset blazed, the darkness dropped - The North Star shone, and then, a come briefly drew a trail across a mellow summer sky . . . . Debbie & Peter
29th "MENACING MONDAY" "Menace of The Mutant Master" A recent acquisition by a collector.
One
of the very early Science Fiction works, cover art for a Perry Rhodan
classic by author Kurt Mahr and published by Futura Publications Ltd
under the Oribit imprint in 1976 (the artwork was done somewhat earlier
as Publishers worked "in advance").
Painted on hardboard (Masonite panel) at 16 x 24 inches, this
painting taught me that an artist can create a picture and regardless
of what he/she feels about it, it will be popular, or not; regardless.
Oil
over an acrylic background with some airbrushing over that, I was
always a little disappointed in the reproduction of this picture on the
book jacket as it did not put over the colour of the sky as well as
here.
Despite
that concern (it is reproduced in its proper colouring in our version
of the Solar Wind book) it has been a very popular image, so that goes
to show something.
Whatever that might be!
Created in the overheated, high velocity market that
was the 1970s Science Fiction paperback market, with relentless
deadlines, tight deadlines, crazy deadlines, and, sometimes, fearing
"death-inducing" deadlines, thankfully, studio life is considerably
calmer these days, with opportunities to chill, and even cloudy the weather and drizzling rain is a pleasant experience, sipping tea in our magic garden.
Talk about a misty, moisture morning, when cloudy was the weather ! ! Drizzling rain was falling when I went out to see the Faeries and Witch.
A portion of the garden is wild, a portion, (walled), is set aside as "kitchen." There are lawns, a few trees, and flower-beds, bushes, hedges, a gazebo.
'Tis usually quiet, restful . . . . A place to sit, sip evening drinks - and watch the sun as it sets before the nightly routines take over . . . . Certain days of the week, certain times of the year, (no way one can know when, for sure), the Ogre becomes very Ogre-ish, and the Elves, Imps, Gnomes, and Pixies, Unicorn, Ghostly Werewolves and ghosts go durably - you just let them do what they wanna do . . . . and enjoy what there is to enjoy!! Debbie & Peter
28th "CLASSIC SUNDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon" Black and white drawing (close-up) for Solar Wind Book insertion. Meanwhile . . . . . .
Around the pond within our wood, Toads were croaking, Frogs a'hopping . . . . From floating leaf to floating leaf they chased each other, whoopy-doo!!!
The Fish were in a "laid back" mood, the Sea-horse glided gracefully round and round . . . . A fresh-water Mermaid combed her hair.
High above, the chirp of birds . . . . An Owl slept peacefully, a Cuckoo called.
The Faeries, and my friend, the Witch, had brought me on a visit to see their resident-in- the wood, cousins. (Actually, they had insisted . . . . Adamant t'would do me good!!
I closed my eyes, breathed deeply. Quietly, blissfully, magical . . . . Debbie & Peter
27th "CLASSIC SATURDAY" "Clans of The Alphane Moon" Black and white drawing (close-up) for Solar Wind Book insertion.
(Close-up) - more subtle work to be done - in miniature !
Earth, Air, Fire, Water Rain, puddles, splashed by cars! Mud, mud, glorious mud . . . . Nothing quite like it to cool the blood!!
The Ogre was covered, up to his knees, and spent my morning visit a'grumbling and grouching . . . . The Elves, in their element, splish-sploshed through the wet grass, performed handstands and cartwheels - then, grinning and laughing, wiped dirty hands clean on their tunics and faces!
A fire was blazing, the Witch's cauldron, bubbling . . . . For whatever reason, this early morning, she wore a pink and black gown, and strawberry-coloured hat.
Completely absorbed, she muttered, wheezedly, sniffled and snuffled, completely absorbed. On the tips of their toes, the flower fairies crept near, The Imps, Gnomes, Pixies joined in the fun . . . . but, came, a roaring, sneeze from the Ogre, knocked us all for six . . . . Debbie & Peter
26th "CRUX FRIDAY" Coming soon . . . . . to a blog near you Best remedy for . . . . . (wait and see ! )
The Witch was feeling tetchy, with a humdinger of a cold!
I suggested that she listen to boogie rock band, Status Quo . . . . She looked at me and glowered, stuck her long nose in the air . . . . The Faeries giggled delightedly and the Wizard hid a grin . . . . The Witch decided in her wisdom to ignore me, set a fire, and concoct a (medicinal) potion beneficial to her health.
Today, the ghostly Werewolves were in a social mood, and the Ogre walked amongst them without the fear of a vicious, sharp-fanged bite!!
Returning to the breakfast room, invigorated, renewed . . . . I felt a leaden sky might be, the threat of rain prove real. I, for one, could care less . . . . What would be, would be!! Debbie & Peter
25th "CLASSIC THURSDAY" "MECHANON" From the limited edition prints range.
Characterisation !
The only characters lacking in our quiet country garden are Shakespeare's Titania, Puck and Oberon . . . . from "A Midsummer Night's Dream . . . ."
The Elves and Pixies, Imps and Gnomes would drive them round the twist! The Ogre wouldn't know the difference, and, what about the Witch? She doesn't really care who's who, provided her way of life continues, uninterrupted, laissez faire!!
The Unicorns and ghostly Werewolves do whatever they do, which leaves the Flower Fairies . . . . Each would, most definitely, be impacted by the extra hierarchy!! So . . . . Let us say, Keep the present residents in a manner which best suits them. What the future will bring, who knows? Debbie & Peter
24th "CLASSIC WEDNESDAY" Solar Wind Book - original drawing insert
David A. Hardy asked = "I'd be interested to know when/why you started becoming known by your full name?"
Answer >
Looking
back through my records, and looking at scans of paintings, as far as I
can assess, recall, I did not sign my work between mid 1973 (my
first job, A Castle of Bone, Puffin Books) and sometime during 1974
(the early stages of my Panther/Mayflower works).
I THINK it was 1974 that I started using the "PAJ" signature.
Around
about then, I was in the office of Steve Abis, the late, great Art
Director at, as it was then, Panther/Mayflower books, based on the edge
of London's Soho, and because my works had passed the point of being
"just some young illustrator to who I gave a job or two" and had become
a significant sales asset to the company, and as a result was getting a
regular stream of work and offers of contracts (contracts I refused
because I wanted to "scope around") it came up in conversation that
perhaps I could have a logo or some such on my pictures but I was
pretty much at a loss as to what to do about it.
There
then was a "tense event" one day - I had been specifically, like so
many of us, been told "hardware sells" and I spent all my time trying
NOT to have my stuff look like Chris Foss every time I was asked to do
"a spaceship". I did everything I could think of NOT to make it like
Chris's. Made them move, made them crash, attack each other, covered
them with alien graphics, anything, to avoid "the shadow of Foss"
because I actually thought that wasn't what artists were supposed to
do, copy other artists (but did understand it was a "sales" direction
so just did as I was requested because I didn't want a "regular job").
Then
one day, it got just TOO much, not "being me" and, while Steve Abis was
away on holiday I, quite spontaneously and not even thinking what I was
risking, created a couple of "figurative" covers . . . . (Clans of The
Alphane Moon being one of them).
When
Steve got back from holiday he said "you deliberately disobeyed my
instructions (I hadn't, I had "unconsciously rebelled") but luckily for
you, they sold very well. So, perhaps it's time to sort that logo out?!"
:) Bless him.
Anyway,
we kicked the idea around for 10 or 20 minutes and somewhere along the
line one of us, I can't recall who, suggested adding my middle initial.
This was how the "PAJ" signature came into being.
As to using my full name, whenever it appeared, I can't recall . . . . . but that was further along the line, years-wise.
My
father got very irritated one day and said "if you stood on a street
corner, and blew a trumpet very loud, you might just about be drawing
people's attention to how much talent you've got".
I felt, to be honest, just "blank" about it.
As
I'd never set out to be a "known" artist (I was just trying to find
something exciting to do for a living) I was happy enough creating
pictures and getting paid for it and enjoying all the twists and turns,
negotiations, jumping on Jumbos to Hollywood, whatever, and so the idea
of being "a famous artist" never once entered my mind.
It simply didn't mean anything to me.
In
fact, when I first had a website it didn't even have my name on it and
traded under the name "Solvista" (as in "Solar Wind") until one day, a
young friend and I were having a conversation, literally on a street
corner, and he gave me a really (kind hearted) rollicking for not using
my own name, implying I was an idiot because "If I'd done half the
things you've done I slap my name right across the top of the page"
which, to me, was awkward, because I'm not in any way really that way
inclined, in fact, I loath egotistical, arrogant artists who "project"
themselves forcibly at their desired audience - that's just "not me",
at least "deep down".
Then,
it happened again, this time another friend said something along the
same lines, and so I thought, "oh, to hell with it" and I spent a
weekend "rectifying my letterheads" because I thought, "OK, I admit it,
I'm just hiding behind the logo".
So,
I made myself use my full name and, after awhile, it became invisible
to me and I don't think about it 99% of the time, it's there. as a
"brand" and I guess it works, but it was never, ever, a kind of "My
name is so-and-so and I am a famous artist" type thing.
I'm
sure that sounds daft to some people, but the truth is, I was just,
from a very, very early age, "drawing pictures" (Fred Flintstone, The
Mekon, Batman etc) in cheap sketchbooks bought from the local shop as a
way of blotting-out my "social circumstances" - art was an escape
basically.
So
I was (and am) happy enough to have something fun to do and any other
benefits that came along as a result of my artistic output were
"unplanned extras".
Some artists are shy, some are pushy, so it is that their work gets projected, or alternatively, maybe doesn't so much.
Me,
I'm just a bit odd, I just never thought about it until people put me
on the spot about it, then I'd, mainly just to "get it over with"
listen to what they said, considered if it had logic and value to it,
if it did, I adopted it.
It wasn't, ever, "a plan".
PAJ (Peter Andrew Jones)
:)
23rd "NOSTALGIC TUESDAY" "Fire on Water" Sometimes it's just fun, to reminisce . . . . .
The Unicorn stood snorting, champing, outside the breakfast room window. Faeries patted its nose and flanks, endeavouring to calm and sooth it . . . . The Elves and Pixies, Gnomes and Imps continued to amuse themselves, regardless! My friend, the Witch, stirred her cauldron grinned wickedly, and cackled . . . . Surreptitiously, she turned her head and, quickly assessing the situation, wheezed a special, calming spell.
A while passed, the Unicorn shuddered, raised its head and shook its mane. The Faeries fed it grass, an apple, gently led it to the stream . . . . With very obvious thirst, it drank and drank, then, rearing high, it sped its wings, galloped towards the hedge.
With powerful grace, stunning strength, the Unicorn was airborne . . . . Debbie & Peter
22nd "CLASSIC MONDAY" A re-worked idea from long ago.
Approaching completion.
A few adjustments here, there,, and the sky to create.
With reworked ideas, rules just don't apply . . . . . . .
"Do as ye would be done by," proclaimed the Witch to me one morning. "Is that what you really believe? I asked. "Rules don't apply to me," she replied . . . . Today, she was dressed in green and blue, with touches here and there, of yellow/gold. "Queenly," I thought. "Hmmm!" "This is her fiefdom, no thought for the Queen, of Garden Faeries, rightfully chosen!!
The Unicorns, the ogre, Faeries and "others," had their own, important positions.
Today, being a day of ancient lineage - each creature, great or small, trooped to the hills, bearing lanterns. All around the valleys, from the crests of the hills, glowed countless Summer Solstice fires, a welcome gesture to the new season.
The season of warmth, a season for growing, those plants to be reaped when Autumn arrives . . . . Sunlight lasts well into the evening, light breezes are gentle, flowers vibrant, colourful.
Later on in the day, the music of soft-falling rain, would "invite" the world to come out to dance, or simply, perch. Eyes closed, heads tilted back, feeling the coolness, and freshness of the Summer Solstice shower . . . . Debbie & Peter
21st "CLASSIC SUNDAY" "TIME & AGAIN" (book ? ) Sometimes (well, most of the time actually) we get excited.
We get an outbreak of uncontrollable "extrapolative creativity". Means . . . . . . . we can't help coming up with yet more projects !
In an invigorating piece of Shakespearean drama, the Faery Queen's Court Jester, caused furore and amazement by (?) . . . . casting a spell!!
Completely, entirely, un-Witch-like, (though strange to the eye), Her Majesty's Jester created a miracle! Henceforth, come what may, and throughout all Eternity, the garden Faery Kingdom would survive, endure.
Changes in "ruler" would continue, and . . . . the necessary alterations to work, rest, and play. Included, of course, were the Ghosts, Spectres, Werewolves. The grouchy ogre and garden witch.
With unusual attention, indeed, a rare sort of "care," the Jester added an addendum . . . . thus: "Our Kingdom becomes a land of true magic. Twill dwell 50 years in transparent invisibility . . . . At the end of this time, for one day only, its presence becomes apparent.
Work, rest, and play shall take place behind myth, Faerytale, legend and magical tales . . . . ! ! Debbie & Peter
20th "ARCHIVE SATURDAY" Added and expanded . . . . . (icons) The Awesome Archive. Building each month to be a visual archive of ALL the artist's works.
Updates announced to newslettersubscribers each month. Time for a bit of an aquatic break . . . . . . .
The canal runs slowly, deeply, the water brown, full of trash. Barges ply their way serenely, both those that are restaurants and those which are . . . . home.
Water Faeries, Water Sprites, and innumerable "other" canal creatures, for the most part live in harmony, sometimes, NOT ! !
The Faeries in our garden decided one day, that, with the advent of summer, they would visit their Canal Faerie cousins . . . . The journey was long and very fatiguing. Arrived, they rested and sought out kith and kin . . . . The visit passed most happily. New friendships were made.
(Some garden Faeries even learned how to swim ! ! ) Debbie & Peter
19th "ARCHIVE FRIDAY" Uploaded . . . . . (raw) The Awesome Archive. Building each month to be a visual archive of ALL the artist's works.
Updates announced to newslettersubscribers each month. Time for a bit of pomp and ceremony . . . . . . .
The Queen of the garden Faeries celebrates her birthday with great pomp and ceremony.
When the weather bids fair, she rides upon a dragon. Should it rain, or the wind gust too strongly, her golden, unicorn-drawn carriage, is cleaned and polished till it shines. With cushy seating, comfy cushions, the Queen cannot be, but serene, majestic . . . . A Garden Party follows later. A rest, then, in evening dress, a fabulous Ball with sit-down Banquet. At the stroke of 4am, cups of cocoa are served, and gifts are given to each guest. Should a carriage be required, the Palace will willingly provide one ! ! Debbie & Peter
18th "ARCHIVE THURSDAY" Coming soon . . . . .
The Awesome Archive.
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Time for a change . . . . .
And, time for a welcome tea break, and . . . . - a visit to a sandy beach!
The Faeries asked the garden Witch to get her Witch friends, and their brooms, together, so that transport would be quick . . . . Much to their relief, the Witch was in a carefree mood. Nothing stood betwixt the question and a "Yes, we shall all go, worry not," answer.
Such a fun day 'twas! (Even I, who drove down, arrived in good time, and relaxed ! ! ) We paddled, swam and splashed about, not caring that the seawaters still cold . . . . Building sandcastles was a hoot. (The Witches merely cast "elaborate sandcastle spells). Sand got into all the food. Not enough to spoil one's picnic. Faery ice creams to follow. Minute, not too sweet - mouth-wateringly tasty!
As the shimmering, golden sun set and the darkness fell, we, one and all, returned once more to our urban/rural homes . . . . Debbie & Peter
17th "OGRE WEDNESDAY" "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" (a work in progress - skulls growing in number ! )
The Wheel of the Year ceased turning. The Ogre's spirits dimmed to darkness, For, at on the floor of The Shee Well He'd found two yellow - Gold fish skeletons . . . . He knew full well what this foretold - That Nature had withdrawn her presence. The little-caring, "not my fault" Attitude among neighbouring humans, Had finally, and with no going back, Destroyed his wonder -some, magical home . . . . Debbie & Peter
16th "STITCH-UP TUESDAY" SOLAR WIND & HEROES & VILLAINS 3 books now fully printed.
Sewing & binding sections of first today.
Then, a sunny walk, across fallow fields.
I do declare, I'm stunned . . . . For, this sunny morn, on a walk, Together with my friends, the Faeries, We chanced to cross a fallow field. In the distance, slowly lifting, higher, higher, To the sky, we glimpsed an ancient starship . . . . Of which, you will never see the like of, again!
We paused and watched, No word was uttered. A wondrous Sight . . . . . old fashioned Sci-fi ! Bit by bit, the starship rose, From time to time it hovered, Turning east and west, north, south. Finally, the pilot chose, to apply The maximum power and, with A bang, hurtled, soaring, With aplomb, into space!! Debbie & Peter
15th "STITCH-UP MONDAY" Current printing of 3 books now complete.
Now careful stitching of sections begins. We are going to bask in sunshine, Apparently, while binding, today !
Spring will soon become Summer, so . . . . . 'tis just as well ! !
Our Fairy garden transformation Continues apace. Every magical creature - those that Live within it - look, demonstrably, More contented, more at ease, I can truthfully say!
The Witch has taken over a greater Part of the bushy top terrace, and, With additional flowers, the number Of Faeries has grown.
There is still only one wizard, One resident unicorn and, the ghostly Werewolves, Keep their numbers strictly small.
One can truthfully describe our Garden as a place of tranquil joy!! Debbie & Peter
That is, after we've decided on "apparel for today's field trip" and sorted out some annoying household chores >
Itsy-bitsy, yellow polka dot bikini? No, 'Tis not the weather for it . . . . yet!!
Fortunately for all, The rain is sort of a pitter patter. I really could not let My garden friends, once more, crowd round the house!
Good company they may be, but the Messy state they leave behind takes Such a time to clear up . . . . The Witch is wont to build a fire and Prepare her various spells and potions, Casting care aside! (One day a large country dwelling, the next, a blackened ruin, rubble . . . . )
The Faeries play "Hide and Seek," And "Catch me if you can." I find them hidden everywhere, When comes the time to get on - with life!! Debbie & Peter
13th "HEROES & VILLAINS SATURDAY" Current printing almost complete. Soon binding will commence!
Time for a break first - sipping tea in the garden, and observing the occupants . . . . .
The Faeries, with their long hair, Needs must keep their locks shining clean . . . . but, Were becoming very lazy!
Where once upon a time they all, Washed and cut, and dried Their own - now they "went to have their hair done," at the Faery stylist, situated In the wood.
Here they sipped their teas, (or Coffees, or, on hot days, fruit Juices, spring water, Seated upon wild mushrooms, They'd have manicure . . . . and Head massage!
"This, I obviously could not watch," The Queen of Flower Faeries told me!! Debbie & Peter
12th "HEROES & VILLAINS FRIDAY"
Current production continues further.
(but it is nearly the weekend, so time for end of the week celebration).
Though, of course, they knew it not, The Faeries had already celebrated Beltane! With the coming of the warmth, Longer days and brighter sun, They took the opportunity to Dance and sing, soar in flowing Air currents . . . . For myself, a mere spectator, I felt the need, the urge to run, Cycle, and, visit the gym more Than only once a week! Truth it be, the other members of The garden Kingdom, were seized With a passionate need to, move, Move, move . . . . Exhausting, 'twas, and stopped When the weather got too hot ! ! Debbie & Peter
11th "HEROES & VILLAINS THURSDAY!"
Current production continues.
(after getting rained on, during shipping books at the post office).
Phew! Torrential rain and storms! Where, to goodness, does it come from? Just missed the worst this morning, Very early, but, sure thing, now it's making up, with extras . . . . I simply could not leave the residents of the garden, To tough it out, so Here they are, all round the house, (happily, mainly in the kitchen!)
Momentarily well-behaved, however . . . . I cannot see that continuing much longer! We shall see. The Imps and Elves and Goblins, together with the Unicorns, sure can create chaos and havoc when the opportunity arises!! Debbie & Peter
10th "HEROES & VILLAINS WEDNESDAY!"
After just completing a Simulacra book for a collector - (The Faeries of Druid's Island edition) We're into making a Heroes & Villains anthology now (after a walk around the garden)
Oh, so early this morning, I ventured forth, despite the chill, To try a new experience . . . . To strip my socks and shoes off, And tread through the cool, Wet grass, barefoot!
The birds were quiet, still, The moon, almost full, shone radiantly. Not a rustle, not a chirp, No fox or creature of the night, Stirred.
So content, serene, was I, that, Going back inside with dirty feet, I left a trail from the front door, Up the stairs and round the bathroom . . . . Should the weather remain inclement, more than usual during June, July, and August, I'll repeat the experiment, p'haps skipping, dancing, singing softly, enjoying this solitary pleasure!! Debbie & Peter
9th "CLOSE-UP TUESDAY!"
Stage three . . . . . .
Clans of The Alphane Moon (close-up) A classic recreated, for a boxed luxury edition of SOLAR WIND. Drawing - 5.30 a.m. 'till midnight . . . .
The sun has yet to put his hat on, And REALLY want to play . . . . ! Instead, the drips and drops, Cascades of pouring rain, Have butted in and spoiled the fun.
Early, early, this morning, going Outside to greet the day, the Birds were chirping full throttle, (the Witch's ears were stuffed with cotton!)
All but the hardiest Faeries were Wearing ponchos and colourful wellies. Of the Ogre, I know not. Likely, he was wandering round, In ever-decreasing circles, Somewhere in the wood!? Debbie & Peter
8th "CLASSIC MONDAY!"
Stage three . . . . . .
Clans of The Alphane Moon A classic recreated, for a boxed luxury edition of SOLAR WIND. Drawing - 5.30 a.m. 'till midnight . . . .
A tightly busy day we'll have . . . . Rushing, tumbling everywhere! The garden Witch sighs deeply Each occasion I enumerate The many "duties" on my list.
She just conjures up a spell If in the same predicament . . . . Elves and Gnomes, the imps and Faeries ignore that which is not "important."
To liven up the NOT SPRING weather, The Ghosts are playing "Hunt the Thimble!" The Unicorns are grazing on the lawn, From time to time snorting fire, Flicking manes, and silky tails. All in all, a vibrant scene ! ! Debbie & Peter
7th "NEWSLETTER SUNDAY"
Time . . . . . for the monthly studio newsletter. (with lots of goody snap deals!)
Later in the morning . . . .After dawn! The garden was quite quiet - still. The Faeries and the other odd-bods Had transferred themselves, for a while, to the wood.
This lack of "new-day" activity Proved to be, an invitation to our mole, To emerge safely from its hole! And - Wandering round and round in circles, A hedgehog, looking bleary-eyed.
Suddenly, (wrong location), why here? A wolverine appeared . . . . (It's scientific name, Gulo Gulo). A solitary beast, ferocious, strong, Powerful, stocky . . . . A member of the weasel family!
Let us trust it will not stay . . . . A carnivore is not for us ! ! Debbie & Peter
6th "SIMULACRA - MAGICAL SATURN DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" (a work in progress) "The
cavern was a magical place, a place of homage, of sanctuary, of respect
for the waters of life, for the life that lived in, had evolved from,
and lived by, the rivers and streams, and the Well was the centre of a
shrine to the very source of life itself. Yet the Shee Well itself
mourned and lamented, and one day, in its low cavern, the Well itself
had become quite dry, and the Ogre realised that soon not a trickle of
water would ever be seen again. "
And outside the studio, the rain came down . . . . . . .
Faery umbrellas were up, (the Witch had donned a sou wester). Today was the day for Will o' the Wisps.
A luminous most drifted around them. 'Twas eerily beautiful, eerily flowing. I stood there, quite still, not daring to move!
The Unicorns pranced and whinnied, seemed strangely on edge? The Faeries and Elves, Pixies, Gnomes and Imps, gazed, bit their nails . . . . hushed their voices, puzzlement clearly written all over their faces.
One moment here, then gone. A deep sigh of relief. Without those Will o' the Wisps, the day could begin!! Debbie & Peter
5th "SIMULACRA - SOURCE OF LIFE DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" (a work in progress) "The
cavern was a magical place, a place of homage, of sanctuary, of respect
for the waters of life, for the life that lived in, had evolved from,
and lived by, the rivers and streams, and the Well was the centre of a
shrine to the very source of life itself. Yet the Shee Well itself
mourned and lamented, and one day, in its low cavern, the Well itself
had become quite dry, and the Ogre realised that soon not a trickle of
water would ever be seen again."
(Meanwhile, our own Ogre, from the garden, has other concerns . . . .)
Birds and beasts and human beings, A mixture fit for festive cheer! Bright and early this morning, I crept out the door, and . . . . Oops, the Ogre stood before me, glowering!
The Imps and Elves, Gnomes and Goblins must surely be to blame?! Giggling sweetly, hands over faces, The Faeries pretended that nothing was amiss.
I offered the Ogre a cup of tea, or Dandelion coffee, a piece of toast, With homemade marmalade. At this, he grinned hugely and Followed me into, the breakfast room, Sat himself down to await this repast . . . . Debbie & Peter
4th "SIMULACRA - SACRED RIVER DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" (a work in progress) "The
Water Ogre, who looked after the Well, the brooks, springs and rivers,
was not in the best of moods, his spirit waning, and was ready to cut
off the flow of water, so that the plague of detritus and muck was not
dumped without heed and without consideration for himself and, indeed,
the sacredness of the water of life, whose guardian he was. It was a
warm spring day against a background of early wild flowers and buds on
the branches of trees that struggled to breathe in the deteriorating
atmosphere when finally the Water Ogre lost patience and not only
closed off access to water, but stole the wives and daughters of the
robbers and thieves, imprisoning them with magic at the source of the
sacred river, in an underground cavern."
(after today's studio efforts we are looking forward to some music!)
The Faery calendar of the year listed, amongst numerous others, a 3-day festival of music! All sorts and styles, rhythms, Instruments, stretching from far and wide and, from long ago till now. (Including an Opera!)
The dates were almost here, so every magical creature in coo-ee distance, "purchased" tickets. This . . . .an event one dare not miss . . . . even if you're a tone-deaf ogre!
'Twill be an opportunity to dress in weird and wonderful costumes. Alter the style of one's hair, paint one's face and . . . .have fun!!
Even I, a born cynic, look forward to the "what-ever" three days . . . . Debbie & Peter
3rd "CLASSIC WEDNESDAY!"
Stage two . . . . . .
A classic recreated, for a boxed luxury edition of SOLAR WIND. At the request of a collector.
Usual daily studio start = 5.30 a.m.
Still behind the far horizon, The sun was pondering idly. "Shall I rise today, or, rest ?" Let the clouds hang grey-ly . . . . The ancient hills rose still And patient, The trees scare moved against The gentle wind.
Early morning Crows and Rooks, Cawed, and soared, then Carefully meandered across The country roads.
The Faeries were in zestful mood, Almost out-doing the Elves, The Imps, the Pixies, Even the, more serious, Gnomes ! Somewhere e,in the wood, the Ogre Snored, prestigiously. And grunted.
I stood beside the Garden Witch, Whose well-laid fire, warmed me. Today the spells were all to do With ushering-in a lovely June . . . . Debbie & Peter
2nd "CLASSIC TUESDAY!"
Stage one . . . . . . start-up !
A classic recreated, for a boxed luxury edition of SOLAR WIND. At the request of a collector.
A plan was laid to go "uptown", To visit an "urban" setting: sight-see. The Faery folk, dressed in their finest, Day-apparel, were gleeful . . . . They "boarded" two, amenable Unicorns, And set off to the fantasy station. No need to buy a ticket. Costs were covered by the Witch's spells ! !
A comfortable journey, A soothing beverage Then . . . . oooh ! The Faeryland town/city Was reached.
All day the garden visitors were Kept very busy, window-shopping, Sight-seeing, resting and chatting.
A most elegant, unspoilt, tantalizing Example, of "up-to-snuff" clean, Well-built urban existence !
Debbie & Peter
1st "SIMULACRA MONDAY!"
Creating one last luxury handmade Simulacra book for a collector - The Faeries of Druid's Island edition Before moving on to a Heroes & Villains book next.
We LOVE creating hand-made books!
- with, organic, natural, traditional materials - fused . . . . with modern technology. Just like weaving a spell !
Always fascinated by "things", Abstract, virtual, natural, man-made, Magical or ugly . . . . Anything, but anything, they lit upon it, Wonderingly.
I listened daily to the chatter, The "talking over one another", How they listened I don't know, But, somehow, exchanges of ideas Did occur . . . . and the subject changed. If I had a point of view to put forward, They allowed themselves "a breather".
All in all, "on the go", is What I would describe it as ! ! Debbie & Peter
May 2015 Blog
31st "SIMULACRA SUNDAY!"
Creating yet another luxury handmade book for a collector . . . . This time it's "Rhiannon - Goddess of The Birth Moon" edition. During which (Witch?) for a break, we went for a walk To the place where the last king of England stood against, The mighty Legions of Rome (and lost), And "Merlin's Cave" - and a deed done by Morgana le Fey . . . . .
The Hill Fort on the summit Of Caer Caradoc, across the valley, Tempted me with ancient magic, To climb the hill and walk around it.
From a cave, 'bout half way up, (entrance completely blocked), came The moaning, groaning, wailing, of The imprisoned wizard, Merlin . . . . I hesitated, approached. Would he hear me ? If he did, Would he listen at all ?
Shouting loudly, and long, I waited For a reply, however . . . . All that eventually transpired, Was the arrival of puzzled Faeries, And a very vexed Hill Witch ! ! Debbie & Peter
30th "SIMULACRA SATURDAY!"
Creating more luxury handmade books for collectors this week. This time it's "The White Witch of Bala Lake" edition. We spent the day printing and binding it, and then Enjoyed the music wafting over the garden . . . . From the "Roots & Blues" music festival just beyond In Rectory Wood . . .
The music festival passed off Quite smoothly. Even my friend, the Witch, had Played . . . . A dobro!! And, Clearly, had sung along?!
The Dragon Roared, emitting fire, Wide-open, flared, nostrils . . . . vigorous (vicious) Teeth bared. The ogre threw his arms wide Beat his chest, and thundered: "Route 66" and "Heroes!"
The Faeries whispered as a backing band, The Unicorns neighed. Whining, their Rendition of "Stairway to Heaven" . . . . When the day was ended, the sun long set, The participants set out to greet the fresh water Seahorse, In the wood!
The Owl hooted.
Silence. Debbie & Peter
29th "FOLD-OUT FRIDAY!"
Creating luxury handmade books for collectors this week. This time it's a HEROES & VILLAINS (Volume I) edition. Creating the fold-out spreads needs very carefully placement. A good day to spend time doing it, because Outside, wonder of wonders! Rain . . .
It was positively pouring down this early a.m. I took my courage in both hands and ventured outdoors - with some trepidation - to see what was what . . . . The trees were dripping, leaves rustling. The grass was wet, the soil soaringly muddy. The paved path round the house had become a fast-flowing mini-river!
For an interesting reason, known only to themselves, the Faeries and Witch, Unicorn and Ghosts, Werewolves . . . . and Ogre were present, keeping well- protected and as dry as possible!!
I greeted them all, conversed for awhile. (Thankfully, my enormously wide umbrella did its job thoroughly, no problem at all!) After this comfortable interlude, I re-entered the house. I really did enjoy my brekkie and coffee ! ! Debbie & Peter
28th "ENHANCEMENT THURSDAY!"
Creating luxury handmade books for collectors this week. (while watching the creatures moving around in the garden . . . . . . .)
Faeries love all types of movement . . . . . Flying being their very favourite. They are tiny, light and scared of nothing, Finding a way around almost every problem ! ! Quiet, skittish, serene, or lively, They find a means to put aside anxiety.
I've watched the flower Faeries in the garden, Jumping, skipping, hopping, flying, Rolling down the incline of the lawn. Somersaulting, cartwheeling, playing Acrobatic games, or sliding down The children's slide, swinging On the wooden swing
Even they can "over-do"it and Needs must, they perch and doze.
Always aware of what's going on ! ! Debbie & Peter
27th "LUXURY WEDNESDAY!"
Creating luxury handmade books for collectors this week.
The "traditional way" >
studio printed hand bound & sewn artist-signed & numbered low-print run limited editions
variations & options > hand-painted signed presentation box original drawing inserted in front of book personalised bookmark personalised bookplate tracked & expedited
It's just like casting an an early morning spell ! ! !
The birds were trilling, chirping, Singing . . . . such an early morning symphony, or, symphonic variation On a theme !
Baby chicks insisting on being fed Beaks ajar, wanting more . . . . Crows and Starlings and pairs of Blue Tits, House Martins, and so on, Flew here and there around the Garden, searching for a likely morsel.
The Pixies, Elves, and Gnomes Imps, played hide and seek And climbed up the tree. Dropping from the lowest branches, They landed beside the Faeries, Which made them jump and cheer, Faery like !
The Ogre was elsewhere, asleep The Faeries, spreading wings Gauge the morning blue.
The Witch was happy, deeply immersed In experimenting with new found spells. Debbie & Peter
26th "TUMULTUOUS TUESDAY!"
Installing lots, and lots, and lots of new printing equipment this week. Big (boring) job !
But, a nice consequence, is creating a print for a collector.
MECHANON (Falcon #2) Maybe, we can get some help setting the gear up?
Um, probably not, since . . . . . . . Looking out the window, we can see, others having fun ! The railway (that runs along the garden wall) Faeries Are having a ball . . . .
They've taken over a real caboose And turned it into a cafe ! Dandelion wine and rosehip tea, Damson and slow and blackberry wine, Apple, pear, peach and elderberry too ! !
The train (made of sucky sweets and natural liquorice) proceeded slowly Along the old-fashioned track, Passing beneath toffee and bubblegum trees.
The Faeries sipped wine, chitter-chattered, And giggled, taking time to leave The Caboose And ascend the signal posts.
Eventually, exhausted And, fair way to fiddly, They slipped on their cloaks And flew, Weaving and wavering Back to their homes ! ! Debbie & Peter
25th "MAGIC MONDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorlegh - drawing No.2 for book completed) "She had been passionate, fond of life, Before her lover forsook her and she took her life.
Now she would drift in life perplexed, Pondering the offer of impossible love anew. And so conflict arose, 'tween past and now, And so she danced with joy, heartfelt, At the Villa inn, the village annual fair, But soon disappeared when named." (From "The Trystblade of Longnorlegh) Debbie & Peter
24th "ETHEREAL SUNDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorlegh - drawing No.2 for book completed) "The handsome, young knight did desire a wife. Eldest sons inherited the estate, Second sons must fight for the king, Third sons might fall into magic ways . . . . .
Late one night, the mist was lying lightly, The dew sparkling gently on the grasses. He came upon a woman in white. Ethereal and ghostly upon the road. Little guessed he as he peered closer, That indeed she was of the Faerie Realm, Cast aside by a mortal lover, driven by grief." (From "The Trystblade of Longnorlegh) Debbie & Peter
23rd "SKETCHY SATURDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorlegh - drawing No.2 for book underway) "Late one night, the mist was lying lightly, The dew sparkling gently on the grasses. He came upon a woman in white. Ethereal and ghostly upon the road."
"Little guessed he as he peered closer, That indeed she was of the Faerie Realm, Cast aside by a mortal lover, driven by grief . . . . . . ."
(From "The Trystblade of Longnorlegh) Debbie & Peter
22nd "FULL-ON FRIDAY!"
Our new book continues to roll-out ! The legend of Rhiannon - Goddess of The Birth Moon.
Created in a studio in a land of myth & legend . . . . . Pre-orders being taken now.
The flower Faeries were grouped together, Drinking rose-hip tea, on the lawn. Hushed voices, whispering excitedly, Discussing their version of going shopping !
To be quite clear, what that meant, What sauntering forth to gather petals, Leaves, twigs and feathers, and Whatever else they chose . . . . To create colourful fashionable, faery clothes.
The end product was exceptional, Showing off, (fabulous hair), Truly exquisite, magical creatures ! The other garden residents never Paid the slightest notice . . . . What would I do without these friends? Even the Ogre, Witch and Elves Lit-up the day, despite - The weather!! Debbie & Peter
21st "INTO THE DEPTHS THURSDAY!"
When
a commission is fully rolling there's the "uncomfortable bit in the
middle" where despite a multitude of subtle, build-up, extrapolative,
rectification, relative actions,
(etc., etc., etc.,) . . . . use what words one likes, it seems
(or feels?) to produce little real change (maybe, that's just because
of my itching desire to reach an end result?) and yet, they are all
building-up "in the land of a million glazes" and, basically, in my way
of working, these zillions of glazes, scumbles, contra-media
applications (acrylic, oil, acrylic, oil . . . .) lead to a mass
of textural inter-relation that allows the scene to develop without too
much pre-visualsation, leaving space for the picture to develop through
retaining spontaneity along the way.
And taking time, from time-to-time, to reflect on how it's progressing. Well, something like that, anyway !
A bit like the interval in a ballet?
:)
Act 2
As the interval bell sounded, The varied creatures ceased to talk, Put down their beverages. With eagerness they returned Forthwith, To the circular stage.
The shimmering lights darkened. The beautifully melodic music Filled the, now, so chilly, night.
Exquisite ballerina, and partner, Brought the "Romantic" choreography, to life. (Rapid footwork, low extensions . . . . Bravura technique inappropriate!)
Finale.
Silence.
Then - passionate Clapping, cheers and hoots, Repeated again, and yet again.
Getting to their feet regretfully, The audience went "home . . . . . . Debbie & Peter
20th "FULL-SWING WEDNESDAY!"
Our new book continues to roll-out ! The legend of Rhiannon - Goddess of The Birth Moon Pre-orders being taken now.
Printers rolling ! (while we take an interval at the ballet . . . . . . . )
Interval at the ballet The curtains closed. The stage was empty. The audience, trance-like, Rose and mingled . . . . Flowers, excellent wine, Soft fruit drinks and exquisite teas Were offered to those who Sought them.
Dragons, Unicorns and Werewolves Drank ice-cold, sparkling water From bowls.
The sound of voices rose and fell, The Dragon blew smoke-rings . . . . And fire!
When the interval bell sounded, Calling the audience back to Act II of "La Sulphide", Each Faery, each magical creature, returned with increased anticipation - Happy ! ! Debbie & Peter
19th "ROLL-OUT TUESDAY!"
New book roll-out !
The legend of Rhiannon - Goddess of The Birth Moon Pre-orders being taken now. (while we sort out e-coms links on the website - and have a launch party at the ballet !)
The ballet (act one)
The garden Faeryset out for town, To see a ballet, (created long ago).
Around the circular stage, A multitude of magical creatures Waited in the library In anticipation for act one.
Then . . . . Hauntingly, softly, the Prélude To the music sounded. From the wings, likely, Derek, A classical ballerina Came . . . . From that moment onwards, absolute, absolute Silence, descended upon the entire audience. Debbie & Peter
18th "MANAGEMENT MONDAY!"
Book production, finishing & shipping - a typical week. So . . . . off to the Post Office, then a stroll 'round the shops maybe. Say hello to a few friends struggling at the retail interface . . . .
And . . . . I met a friend of many years. Guess what we discussed? The weather, in-depth ! !
This strange wind faraway – L Nino And the cold from the west - the Atlantic.
Came home to find my garden friends Getting ready, for a music festival? Back and forth, again, again. Setting up the usual tents. Preparing food and drink . . . . and list For the inevitable things forgotten.
I decided to stand aside, or conversed only with the ghosts It matters not (to them) if rain and wind, Tries to spoil the celebrations!!
Debbie & Peter
17th "SELECTIVE SUNDAY!"
One
of the most enjoyable aspects of creating a private commission for a
collector, is the joint creation of a concept that comes from
free-exchange of ideas - this request for a new version of "The Female
Man" allowed for a fresh reaction to the Joanna Russ novel that I was
denied at the time of the original piece due, as ever, to deadline
constraints and I like the idea of exploring the difference in
personalities of the characters in the book. Using
unrelated existing pieces ("The Killer Mice" and "Thendara House" to
suggest how a layout might reflect the concept, I've created this
visual lash-up just to provide a very rough kick-start to the
commission . . . . . . . And, time now, for a break, a walk in the countryside . . . .
A bright and breezy early morning. Hills and valleys greenly scenic. Sheep wandered where they would . . . . Munching ceaselessly. Contemplating ?
A meandering wall along the hilltops, Leisured, quiet, solitary. From Rabbit holes and burrows, Faeries tip-toed forth to meet The Witch and Elves and Gnomes - And Longmynd ponies.
Casting every care aside, they Bravely took, on bareback, Rides on these unbroken Ponies.
High above, in search of food, The Red Kites roamed, their wings scare flapping. I sighed . . . . What a landscape, A different world ! ! Debbie & Peter
16th "SCHEDULING SATURDAY!"
When
there's several commissions on the go at any one time, each with its
own very special set of personal considerations, both for collector and
creator (which is very much the fun part of the process) scheduling
becomes an "organic" structure, since discussions between collector and
creator inevitably produce new and unplanned ideas en-route and are
therefore largely unpredictable until they arrive! And so, we reach the next stage in a very special commission . . . as you will see here, in the days and weeks ahead. This
is not the biggest painting I ever created, but it is certainly
far bigger (and a far bigger challenge, in that it necessitates
re-arranging my studio to fit it in!) than sizes I normally work at,
specially sized to fit a specific area on a particular collector's wall. The basics have now been blocked-in, and now the main focus at the moment is on "characterisation". As
a new approach to these projects, we are blogging the creation process,
an experiment to see if it is a useful way of putting some distance
between the close-up personal process of creating them, and an
arm's-length objective view of both the painting overall, and
individual areas. It's
useful, perhaps, for assessing, and re-assessing ideas and
their rendering - time will determine whether I like the process
and consider it valuable !
:)
Meanwhile - today's work now done - time to enjoy the ballet !
Summer sexy. Nearly there ! Perhaps the shock of the election May have shimmered down by then ?
Am drinking coffee, reading a . . . . book About the history of Witchcraft, Entitled "Sabbats". Old customs, Traditions . . . . initiation, Mind and spirit.
Very, very, early, I sauntered out To great my friends. All were in hood cheer, despite The cold, the grey sky.
For quite some time we laughed And joked. Conversed and generally enjoyed ourselves. Meandering back towards the house, I thought . . . . surely that was Meditation in movement ? ! ! Debbie & Peter
15th "FREEBIE FRIDAY!"
Free gifts for collectors ! When
Peter is working on a private commission for a collector we always send
out freebies, a choice of greetings cards, calendars etc during the
commission period - just for fun !. Ecstasy !
Today's work now done - time to enjoy the ballet !
Serendipity. Ecstasy ! So many favourite ballets to see . . . . For lifting the spirits and whoopy-do energy, There is nothing quite like music and Dance to enjoy ! !
I was tired this morning - tired And anxious. One truly requires 9 days to the week.
Casting a glance at my gritted jaw, The garden Witch determined to create A "me" spell. This with the info concerning future ballets, I was very quickly, very easily, joining in with The "have a hoot" Elves ! ! Debbie & Peter
14th "ENERGETIC THURSDAY!" Catch us as you can ! 'cos it's all hit and miss . . . . . Sometimes, soooooooo much energy . . . . Simply exhausted, or whatever it is ?
Need to take a tea break now, and watch the garden creatures . . . . .
The Snail curled away in its Shell, Leaving the Flower Faeries to sleep. The waking hours have been devilishly over-energetic, With the Witch casting spells to try to calm the day . . . . Magical creatures ! !
Like the Wizard, and Unicorns, The Elves, could override any Spell and do their own thing.
The next morning serene, a touch of calm, The grass just wet, flowers springing.
Can't look away . . . . . . .
Bliss!! Debbie & Peter
13th "WOOD-WORLD WEDNESDAY!" I quite agree with Tintin’s co-star, Captain Haddock . . . . Blue blistering barnacles ! ! It's cold enough for chilblains . . . . And a frozen nose
The garden Faeryland was empty. Not a creature staring. Well hidden, warm and snug Within their secret dwellings ?
Having waited in hope of seeing them, I turned around, disappointed, And re-entered the house. However . . . . Much to my astonishment and light, There they were, crowded happily in the kitchen ! !
Flitting, dancing, giggling, sitting, Even the Unicorn had squeezed in . . . . Soul absentee was the Ogre, who, To be sure, could not have fit! Debbie & Peter
12th "TUMULTUOUS TUESDAY!" A Snail sailed slowly through the grass. Birds were blythly pulling Worms. A Mole emerged and blinked its eyes. The sun shone cool, The clouds shone white.
Deep in studious contemplation, The garden Witch read through An old, old book of witchy spells. Her cauldron bubbled, The fire high . . . . A Cat sat calmly.
The flower Faeries flew and played And finally settled on "their" flower. Elves and Pixies . . . . no Gnomes, Skipped and hopped and climbed The rockery.
Carrying a sack of who knows what, The Ogre appeared from the hillside wood.
'Twas fun and games, then brekky-fast ! Debbie & Peter
11th "MOODLING MONDAY!" Planning-out studio scheduling for commissions . . . Would ideally like to sit in the garden in the sun and consider. But . . . . . . .
It's raining, Shades of yesterday . . . . And the day before !
No market (in town centre) today. A film instead ! (this evening).
The creatures of the garden Pursue their daily life. It's quite enough, they Have no need to distract themselves - Besides, they have no use for money . . . .
The Ogre has retired to "bed", To nurse a howling cold. The Faeries concentrate on Making sure their flowers Are OK and most of all, In keeping warm !
Witches do not concern themselves With other than obtaining and retaining Knowledge of diverse spells . . . . (And potions), But uppermost, retaining Their "leading" role !
Debbie & Peter
10th "SPECTACULAR SUNDAY!" Reference gathering trip . . . Exploring imagery for possible future book project . . . "BATTLE OF THE TREES" -
a medieval Welsh poem preserved in the 14th-century manuscript "the
Book of Taliesin" in which the enchanter Gwydion magics the trees of
the forest to fight as his army.
A trip to see the EATON MANOR VIOLET OAK, an 800 - 1000 year old Oak tree,
and so many thanks to Casper, master tree worker, for taking us to see
it and explore its wonderful textures and patterns - magic ! !
Meanwhile, back at the studio's garden . . . . .
The queen of garden Faeries Came on a state visit. Dressed in shimmering gold, Her wings shone brightly silver.
Six ladies in waiting, Two body-guards Attended her, ensured Her safety.
The Elves and Gnomes And teasing Pixies Paid due deference, Respect. Bowing low and unusually Quiet, they hushed the Unicorns and the Ogre.
Evening-tide came still and dark. The Queen and all the Garden Faeries disappeared, To change their dresses and prepare For the night's grand ball - To include . . . . An orchestra and fireworks. Debbie & Peter
9th "SPEEDY SATURDAY!" So much to do today - so 5.30 a.m. start (typical) and working lunch on the go essential ! and . . . . relying on the garden inhabitants to motivate us ! ! The Rooster crowed, Cows moo-ed. Bulls bellowed. Trust the dawning of a new day . . . . Don't squash the snails!
The Witch went walking. Why? Who knows? Perhaps she felt - bored? Leaves floated past me, Positively spring-like today!! In the opening chill, breeze . . . .
I requested a gallop on one of The Unicorns, followed by a tour close behind my friend, the Witch, Dipping and soaring, and clutching her broom ! ! – What a hoot! Debbie & Peter
8th "FINALISATION FRIDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorleigh - drawing No.1 for book now completed)) "Yet for others, mortal music played. Dancing, merry making, frolicking. In castles, mansions, country houses,
Great ladies ruled the hearth and home. Vast estates, servants a-plenty. Horses, hounds, orchards, vineyards. Woods and lakes and farms of sustenance. Yet vast wealth did not guarantee happiness." Debbie & Peter
7th "NEW PROJECT THURSDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorleigh) No-longer wanted children, Unwed mothers, spinster maidens, bereft of love, Were cast aside, cast out, with nary a thought. Often penniless, sometimes homeless, Lonely . . . . oh so lonely. In desperation, mortals might turn to magic.
For some, the otherworld beckoned as safe haven. Some crossed that thin divide, transformed by grief, Into Faerie folk, aloof and teasing, dancing in circles, Round and around.
Debbie & Peter
6th "NEW PROJECT WEDNESDAY!"
"THE TRYST BLADE" (The White Lady of Longnorleigh) Let us wander back, and back, To wooded mud-tracked Salop. Where hard men ruled the land, And women did their bidding. In those days life was short, scarce, sweet. Man or woman. For serfs, life was cheap. Tenuous and laborious. Families large. They needed boys. Children who survived were lucky.
Plague, Famine, Illness, Poverty, All reaped their vengeance. Cures not known or dreadfully inadequate. Fear and hunger ruled in splendour. Debbie &
Peter
Some Faeries are born dark-souled. Born with an intent to harm. Almost
every other creature - Imp or Elf, Gnome or Troll (and Giants,
too) . . . . and especially humankind, these"Black Witch" Faeries
would label
FOE.
Enemies
to overcome. They spoke in riddles, ancient tongues, like Witches loved
to cackle. Nobody could understand their rasping, harsh communications.
They used their tiny, delicate, claw-like fingers for sign-language, if
need be. Their numbers small, their powers great, each lived separate -
alone in order to enhance that power. Potency was their chant. Debbie &
Peter
3rd "SOLO SUNDAY!"
Herewith the last our selection of photos (at least for now) of the historical places surrounding the studio and in the wider area > St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow (while we take a break to chill-out and watch the football at the pub . . . . . )
Aguero, Zabaleta, Milner, Rose . . . . My favourite - Kane !
Chelsea's done it's stuff. Now it's down to Man City . . . . To beat Tottenham Hotspur.
(At least Sunderland, yesterday, actually won a match ! ! They played in their stadium of light )
I moan and groan, or celebrate each time I watch a match. (though the Witch turns up her nose . . . . the others scarcely listen ! )
Each early morning I do wish, Will be offered. The wind's too strong, The air too cold, To "broom fly" anywhere. (No Faeryland Insurance Co. Would offer proper cover).
GOAL . . . . ! Man City - Aguro. Debbie &
Peter
2nd "SPRING (?) SATURDAY!"
As we begin to wind-down our selection of photos (at least for now) of the historical places that surround the studio and in the wider area here's a last but one of our misericord shots from > St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow (while struggling with still ever-present cold "Spring" weather. . )
Is the warmth of Spring/Summer Ever to arrive? Endeavouring to stay freeze-free Is proving tough hard work!
I asked of my fantasy friends, "How do YOU stay sane?" "We decide that we're warm, And whoopee . . . . that is what we are!!"
The Witch has her cauldron and her spells are nicely heated . The Faeries, Elves, Pixies, Gnomes, Ogre and Ghosts . . . . and Unicorns, hustle and bustle, then hide away comfortably, in their cosy, secret dens . . . . To tell you the truth, as soon as I can, I bolt very quickly to our breakfast room window seat!! Debbie &
Peter
1st "FRUIT & VEG FRIDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > And, another misericord displayed . . . . . . (while we dig, de-weed, rake, and sow fruit & veg seeds . . . . . . . . )
On this lingeringly, lovely morning, I sauntered unusually late, into the garden. The soil of each flower-bed Was dug, de-weeded, raked and ready To be sown with seeds . . . . Bulbs planted.
The Elves had already gone to bed. The Witch's den was blocked By branches - (the tree surgeon having done his "stuff").
Faeries sat upon the grass, Endeavouring to keep awake ! Ghosts and Ghouls, Imps and Ogre Had disappeared. To other worlds. The Witch's cauldron simmered. The air was still, The traffic sparse. The scene was sweet and gently quiet. Debbie &
Peter
April 2015 Blog
30th "THOROUGH THURSDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > Another misericord . . . . . . (while we work in the garden, and . . . . )
Market day…. + fish monger! Flowers, music, shopping.
An alien demeanoured Ogre Had "landed" early a.m. in our garden ! ? Not a grunter, nor a scowler, He trotted, grinning, round the lawns Finally ensconced himself upon the marble seat.
The resident Ogre hesitated, approached. He grunted twice and bared his tooth . . . . A version of a smile !
The Faeries tiptoed near, Peeking shyly at the incomer. Of the Witch, there was no sign. However . . . . From beyond the fence, Just inside the wood, A hiss, bubble sounded, perfumed smoke drifted. Introductions took some time.
And, suddenly, the Ogre had gone ? ! !
Debbie &
Peter
29th "CHRISTMAS ON WEDNESDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > Following
his death at Ludlow Castle, the bowels of Arthur, Prince of Wales, son
of Henry VII and older brother of Henry VIII were buried in a lead box
in the choir but were removed 1723 and his body buried at Worcester
Cathedral. Not the most fun arrangement to follow one's death! Fun? We worship having LOTS of fun in, and around, our studio !
The inward, the outward, the all around, up down . . . . Each day, every day, is to have A splish, splosh, splash Puddle of rum fun time!
Yesterday was "buy books" day, Today? Who knows what day. Writing, exploring, walking? (Definitely, coffee day ! ! )
The night before Christmas, Espied a sparkling Christmas tree, Bedecked with tiny blue lights No presents, at all, on the floor beneath it ? ! A moment of huff , A moment of doubt. Then . . . . Every day is Christmas, choose any day as a "To have fun" day !
I went out to meet my friends in the garden And galloped up and over, Clinging on the back of the unicorn ! ! Debbie &
Peter
28th "TEMPTING TUESDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow >
Prayers
in the early medieval church at the daily divine offices were said
standing with uplifted hands. The old or infirm could use crutches or,
as time went on, a misericordia (literally "act of mercy"). For
these times of required standing, seating was constructed so that the
seats could be turned up. However, the undersides sometimes had a small
shelf, a misericord, allowing the user to lean against it, slightly
reducing their discomfort. Like
most other medieval woodwork in churches, they were usually skilfully
carved and often show detailed scenes, despite being hidden underneath
the seats, especially in the choir stalls of the quire around the altar.
My friend the Ogre postman, Was heavily-laden, weighted down With giant letters. How he could be, who knows ? Ogres cannot read, or write, anyway, So I understood!
This Ogre postman took each letter, Grunted, snorted, cast an eye . . . . Ostensibly checking to whom He must deliver it.
“Satisfied” he chuckled whatever Upon the grass, upon a bush. Pushed into a tree hole, Shoved beneath a rocky stone!
Astonishing ’twas, the hugeness, Length and Breadth, Of a fantasy delivery round.
By the end of an Ogre postman’s day He laid him down, and slept . . . . . spent! !
Debbie &
Peter
27th "MISERICHORD MONDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > -
A misericord (sometimes named mercy seat, like the Biblical object) is
a small wooden shelf on the underside of a folding seat in a church,
installed to provide a degree of comfort for a person who has to stand
during long periods of prayer. The small shelves were available for use
at times when the folding chair was required to be stored folded up,
and the person expected to be in an upright position.
I was deep in conversation About football, rugby, cricket. The Witches were disinterested . . . . The goblins lapped it up.
Elves and Imps and pixies, Goblins had their very own elite Of football ,those who "owned" who owned A football team of magical beings
Easy 'twas to set up matches . . . . Cast a spell and there's a stadium, ready, right and hunky-dory ! ! and – there's the very end of play, whoosh, It vanished without trace, or debris.
I'd been invited once, but could not – No way I'd find a seat . . . . Too small, too fragile, to cramped
! (By the way, as an addendum . . . . no team wore a boring kit ! ! )
Debbie &
Peter
26th "SABBATH SUNDAY"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area.
St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow >
The Church tower was built in the preferred style of the late 15th century in England, being perpendicular in construct.
The Saint John's Chapel on the north side was the chapel of the Palmers
Guild, dating from the Late Middle Ages, who's window within St John's
Chapel illustrates the legend of King Edward the Confessor and St John
the Evangelist by eight panels, inspired by the Ludlow Palmers’ 13th
century pilgrimage to the Holy Land.
Wow!! My favourite shops . . . . And coffee houses . . . . and pub ! I jumped for joy and skipped and spun All round the garden ! !
The Witch cackled, the Faeries giggled, They joined me in enjoying myself. The Ghosts looked disdainful – irritated. The Unicorns stood still and chomped, Pay no heed, ignoring us.
After having spent ourselves, exhausted, We through ourselves down upon the grass. There we lay until I had to leave. Breakfast, and coffee coo-ed From the house ! !
Debbie &
Peter
25th "FISHY SATURDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > In
the late Middle Ages considerable wealth accrued to the town of Ludlow based upon
the extensive wool trade in the area and correspondingly St Laurence's Church
underwent several further structural additions in that era. Between 1433 and 1471 the building had added, the nave, tower and chancel elements.
Sunny. Sunny. Warm as toast. Discarding coat, waistcoat, jacket, I left the garden door wide open (Perhaps a Faery, Witch, or Elf . . . . Or ghost?) Would creep in to the house for fun!
Lounging, relaxed, a new-cut grass, I watched the play, the interaction, 'tween those fantasy creatures.
So beguiled, indeed, bewitched, was I That, when an Ogre snorted loudly right beside me, I jumped fair and square, Right out of my skin ! !
Astonished to have a "quiet" presence, It took me awhile To greet him. Conversation, of the kind, Followed in the usual style: Grunts, guffaws, strange garbled words.
A weird but, wondersome exchange!
Debbie &
Peter
24th "FREAKY FRIDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. St LAURENCE CHURCH, Ludlow > - I love the visual collision between Pagan, Romano-Christian and Norman imagery, found in English churches. There is evidence in the foundations of St Laurence's Church that it dates from the 11th century AD.
A lady of my acquaintance Has a house full of Faeries! They stay close to doors Or windows, Near quick and easy Exits.
A kitchen replete with mod-cons, Including a super amazing dishwasher. No prospect and of any Faerie Been roped-in to dry the dishes!
If anyone, at night, Listened Quietly, intently . . . . They would hear the Faeries Whispering and giggling, As they fitted about the many, Well furnished rooms!
Debbie &
Peter
23rd "TANKARD THURSDAY!"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. THE CHURCH INN (14th Century) > -
what can one say, that has not already been said in over 600 years ?
Well, it's the first time I ever had a beer in a pub with a pulpit !
(Part of a long conversation between the garden Witch and I)
Swing high. Swing low. Oil paint and watercolour. Metalpoint. Digital. All for choices. Choices all . . . . Classical. Abstract. Geometric. Pointillism. Just create your own approach -
Chop and change, and illustrate. Copy, enigmatically. Copy with true, Strong-held courage.
Entertain, Educate, Tease, Teach, Scream, laugh !
You are art, You reveal, You release what you are, What you want to, And how much ! ! Debbie &
Peter
22nd "IT'S DUSTY WEDNESDAY"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. PYE POWDER (15th Century) > -
once known as "The Beast Market" in Medieval times and a court of
summary judgment of market offenses (dishonest trading and
restrictive practices), "Les Pied Poudre", stood at The Bull ring in
Ludlow, Shropshire under the reigns of Edward I, IV & VI.
After early morning chores, (already tired out ! ! ) I missed out . . . . It still was dark . . . . but I greeted All my magical friends.
Today, I conversed long and deeply With the Witch - Very talkative ! !
The Faeries perched Where 'ere they could. The Elves bounced off To tease different others.
A Lion joined the Unicorn, Roared and pawed the heavy grass. The Unicorn paid no attention Allowed me to climb aboard ! I clutched its mane And pressed my knees Firmly against its flanks.
Soaring high above the ground We followed the contours Of the river.
'Twas fine ! !
Debbie &
Peter
21st "TORTUROUS TUESDAY"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. Castle Lodge > -
is a mostly 16th Century Mansion located in the centre of Ludlow, in
Castle Square, with Ludlow Castle a nearby neighbour. The stocks near
the building are possibly related to "the Court of Pye Powder" (about
more of which, tomorrow . . . .)
Slept all day and slept all night. Now, eagerly I await my friends ! it's cold and windy, skies are blue. Spring and sort of winter mix . . . . Will continue much later ! !]
Great to talk to you one more, Quantities of coffee later . . . . The Unicorn has visited, snorting, Blowing fire. The Elves were in a teasing mood - Played tricks and, with ease, Distracted he garden Witch.
The Flower Faeries, warmly clothed, Danced and flitted, sang country ditties. 'Twas. all in all, it was a vibrant and zestful "Waking up ! ! "
Debbie &
Peter
20th "GHOSTLY MONDAY"
Continuing our preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil - a selection of photos of some of the historical places of interest that surround the studio and in the wider area. More, about Ludlow Castle > -
is said to be haunted by a ghost, a woman betrayed by her lover, forced
to commit suicide after extracting her revenge possibly around 1138
when Matilda captured Ludlow Castle and King Stephen had it under
siege. Ludlow was the most important castle in the Marches of Wales and
stronghold of the Earls of March.
So - did not sleep at all, last night ! Too busy on a trip to Transylvania . . . . There I met some weirdo Ghosts, "Old-world" characters and creatures . . . . Most I cannot put a name to - I'm fascinated, not and expert ! Sort of Edgar Allan Poe (ish), Horror film, or "horror" illustrator ! !
I took the opportunity to use Che magic spell that I'd been taught . . . . I become invisible and wandered Freely . . . . (the wind was chill ! ! )
Chanced to meet a charming Wizard, From the wood beyond our garden. He too, was on a voyage of discovery And learning.
We traveled here, and there, and yon, absorbing untold, ghoulish history ! !
Debbie &
Peter
19th "BACK IN THE DAY - SUNDAY"
In preparation for a special visit from a fan from Brazil We are showing a selection of photos Of some of the historical places of interest That surround the studio and in the wider area. First = Ludlow Castle > . . . . .about 15 miles from the studio and probably founded by Walter de
Lacy after the Norman conquest and was one of the first stone castles
to be built in England. However
. . . . . some local legends suggest that long before that time, in the
Dark Ages, a crude fortification previously existed on the site and was
where King Uther Pendragon held an annual feast, and where, at that
feast, he made the legendary arrangement with Merlin concerning the
future life path of "the once and future king" Arthur . . . . . . .
The Faery kingdoms, are modernised, Very changed, broken up. A part of one, still quite extensive, Lies within our (wild) garden.
No "houses" as we'd recognise them, no shops, or supermarkets, parks or cinemas, theatres, and all the rest !
Just poking their noses in, are doctors, Nurses, lawyers, chiefs. (the "chiefs" are largely ignored . . . .)
Flower Faeries come and go, Except those Hardy perennials and ivy ! The Witch stays put, but also Has another, woodland, hidey-hole . . . . Elves merely mark about, play jokes !
Have not yet been out today. Coffee first, then Hot bath ! !
Debbie &
Peter
18th "STRESS-FREE SATURDAY" (yay!
Early morning long, long, walk. Kept the pace up, to keep warm! A single pit-stop . . . . to look around . . . . . . .
There, above a field sown with grain seed, The yellow bird sentinel, looked over the scene, As I chanced to see two, quintessential, Faeries . . . . a Faery of the Wild Rose, together with a vivacious friend.
From here and there, and everywhere, Worms and Beetles, Caterpillars, Millipedes and suchlike, came. (Quite an interesting assemblage!)
Returning quite a bit later, I saw a Witch had joined the conference. A heated argument was taking place, The Witch complete mistress of the debate!
Preferring not to interrupt, I upped my pace to a slow jog . . . . Passing by without a word.
Debbie &
Peter
17th "IT'S FRENETIC FRIDAY" (not)
I was sitting here, in the garden at the Bucks Head pub, http://www.the-bucks-head.co.uk Having a beer, smoking ill-advised Habanas Having an Italian beer, Looking forward to excellent Chicken Stuffed with Bacon and Stilton Cheese Cooked by the excellent chef, oh, and doing that thing called er, um, oh yes, drawing.
And I felt a sharp pang of guilt - Maybe I should, after all these years, get a "proper job" ?
Luckily, this moment of guilt lasted mere nano-seconds.
:)
Because, in the Church yard, over the wall, friends who had accompanied us to the pub had urged me not to divert from my creative pursuits . . . . . . .
"Hurry, hurry, Spring has broken . . . ." urged the Snail to the Worm. "A day to slowly go, sure but slow, slither through the new-cut grass."
"I shall keep well in the shade. The sun is is already much too warm!"
The Unicorn trotted past, Faeries perched upon its back. (One was sitting between its ears, one tiny hand holding tight to each).
The Witch was comfortably ensconced, on bags of garden compost, fast asleep.
Ghosts and Spectres floated over new-cut grass and flower beds.
Slipping through the wooden fence, they explored the Nursery School "recess area."
Debbie &
Peter
16th "IT'S THOR'S DAY"
Still printing, printing, printing (revving the creative engine ! ) Meanwhile, out front, in the road in front of the studio . . . . . . .
Along the wide, straight auto route Sped the spider and the Fly. The Spider drove with daring-do, The Fly pretended a base courage . . . . Vans and trucks and lorries Played "catch," passing close, Or nose to nose . . . . Having to apply the brakes, tail-gating.
No time to dwell on "staying safe" - The auto route too crammed With traffic.
They steadily gained height, flew - With downright purpose, Got home soonest ! !
Debbie &
Peter
15th "WELL, WELL, WELL, IT'S WODEN'S DAY"
Hectic printing, printing, printing (enough to dance the night away ! ) Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
I love to boogie, jive, on a summery Wednesday night . . . . said the Tulip Faery to her Daffodil Faery friend.
The Tree Elf pop-rock band will be playing at the Oak Tree Nightclub, in the Bluebell Wood, tonight.
At the stroke of midnight, the tawny Owl will sound a twit-a-whoo, and every partying reveler must dance their way home.
You'll be able, if you wish, to clap twice and whistle once, to summon a ghostly Werewolf or a stately Unicorn, to give you, a really run-quick taxi-ride!!
Debbie &
Peter
14th "MEGA-PRINT TUESDAY"
Hectic printing, printing, printing (yes, still ! )
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Went out into the garden . . . . to see who had "surfaced" first.
The Witch had lit a fire. Her cauldron going snap, crackle, pop ! a "hot chocolate" aroma drifted through the morning air.
Presently, the Gnomes and Elves made an entrance, trotting up on Unicorns!
Last to arrive, in "cool" style . . . . the "magic musicians" garden Faeries (and, from a hidden "somewhere," Werewolves howled . . . .)
Debbie &
Peter
13th "MEGA-PRINTING MOON DAY"
Hectic printing, printing, printing (well, you get the idea ! )
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Rising water, bubbly brooks, Ponds overflowing, Rivers in full spate. The rains persist, fields are flooded, grass wet and slippery, Puddles proliferate.
The Werewolves climb trees, the Unicorns choose hillsides. Witches and Faeries don gumboots And open brollys . . . . Living forever, both Witches and Faeries Are long-used to weathering the weather !
Both Wizards and Witches Are well able to adjust to So-called "bad weather". However, Why bother ? Magical spells Can be out to better use ! !
Every day the "stage-play" changes. Today the theme is "shiver but keep moving ! ! "
Debbie &
Peter
12th "SLOW-DOWN SUN DAY (not!)"
Hectic printing, printing, printing, printing week for book orders . . . . Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Glinting soulfully in the sun, With delicacy and grace, Claws extended, Whiskers quivering, Camembert the Cat, stretches, Long and strong . . . . . . A new morning, get set, go ! ! The Witch was breakfasting on Berries, The Elves were here, there, everywhere. Faeries flitted thither, yonder, Intent on their own important business. The Wood was quiet, bushes rustling, Three leaves shivered in the light breeze. A place to rest On woodland grass, to To Close your eyes, Drink in the sounds
Debbie &
Peter
11th "SATURATED SATURN DAY"
Hectic printing, printing, printing week for book orders . . . . Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
The sun has set, The wind quiet chill . . . . Time for a wander through the woods? I join my friend, the Witch Who, together with two lively Elves, Guide me, in the half-light, Through the bushes, trees and shrubs.
So many wild creatures Venture out once the sun has set. So many moonbeam theories, An Owl, a Fox, and Rabbits.
Although the path was gently lit By subtle magical spells, I paid no heed to my footfall And tripped over a rabbit hole!
The Witch’s cackle was loud and shrill, The Elves set to bust. However; try once more I thought. I hobbled slightly manically, But managed to resume my night time, fantastical explorations on foot!
Debbie &
Peter
10th "FRENETIC FRIDAY"
Hectic printing, printing, week for book orders . . . . Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Talking, talking, talking . . . . What does that accomplish ? The creatures of the Faery Kingdom Scarcely comprehend We humans, and how we run our lives, Affairs ! !
The Gnomes and Elves and Imps and Ogres Have their own, unique behavior - style. (although sometimes even they, notice what's going on around them).
Our garden Faeries, Elves and Witches, Unicorn and Ghostly Spectres Have long-since sorted out A way to pass the hours - their way,
Debbie &
Peter
9th "SPELL-CAST THURSDAY"
Hectic printing week for book orders . . . .
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Stone the crows. she said, a freaked. The coffee in her coffee mug, spilled, Drenched the tiny flower Faery. The Faery of The Wild Rose Shook herself and tossed her hair, Took wing and Flew to perch upon a Holly Bush.
A Werewolf roused itself, and stretched. A Unicorn whinnied, neighed And stamped the cobbles.
The presence of a Witch from yonder, Spiced-up the magic atmosphere. Cackling and smiling widely, She cast a spell and, gee whizz ! !
A replacement cup of coffee ! ! ! Debbie &
Peter
8th "WET PAINT WEDNESDAY" Studio maintenance !
No
matter how exciting and creative our studio is, we still have to carry
out the basic periodically - this week, lots of paint-making, tubing
and labeling !
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Caustic soda, peppermint. Bags of sherbet, orange juice. These the succulent ingredients of a Witch's cauldron, overflowing . . . . The ghostly Werewolves howled, the wind blew fierce, grey clouds scudded. Bushes rustled, agitated. Tree leaves swirled, the bird-life huddled.
Across the grass came two Ghosts of ancient warriors. Their clothes were fashionable, costly . . . . colours neutral, muted. Hugging their left sides, sinister, hung deadly sword and battle-axe.
In their wake, discreetly following, dutiful, obedient, wives. Across the stormy skies, two powerful war horses, galloped. Debbie &
Peter
7th "TYR DAY" (Extract) = from the book "THE TRYST BLADE" (a work in progress - just begun)
Perhaps
now, The Black Pool has long gone, or so some do say, evaporated into
the warm summer’s air or perhaps merely hidden from sight in
a cold winter’s mist?
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
Drinking coffee in the garden, sunbeams filtering through the mist . . . . I heard the whispering sound of hoof beats, echo on the morning air . . . .
Landing lightly on the lawn, five magical, white unicorns! As they grazed the uncut grass, I crept close up near to them . . . . . gave one a gently, tentative pat, stroked its fetlock, its mane.
From her hideaway behind me, the witch appeared, face green-tinted, two teeth missing!
She wished me a "good morning." Chuckled hugely. extending painfully knotted knuckles . . . . Shook her hands, her arms, legs, feet. Did a twirl, the cloak wrapped round her . . . . The black cat beside her, arched its back and . . . .STRETCHED!!
Next on the scene, the FaeryQueen, dressed in gold, hair shimmering red. Following Blythly in her train, the flower Faeries, giggling . . . .
Ghosts and spectres floated in from wherever they "lived." Chitter, chatter, chitter, chatter.
The sound of church clock chiming in the distance . . . . Debbie &
Peter
6th "VERY CLOSE-UP MOON DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE TRYST BLADE" (a work in progress - just begun)
"And at festive gatherings at the local tavern, the whisper had barely gone
round when she disappeared just as suddenly as she had appeared. To be continued . . . . . . .
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
The Elves were wet, The Goblins soaked. The Imps and Faeries . . . . and the Witch, ere hid In my garden shed.
From somewhere close at hand, The Unicorn whinnied a "good morning". The grouchy Ogre answered - with a grunt.
The grass was damp with dew, The trees and shrubs dripped. Grey skies overhead, Heavy clouds . . . .
Heady music echoed from And open bedroom window, He filly beat and rhythm, Stirs the soul of each fantasy creature Into a liveliness of spirit, And a hop, ski, and a jump ! ! Debbie &
Peter
5th "SEAHORSE SUN DAY"
A Seahorse in a woodland pond. An Ogre, Witch and Garden Faeries, a multi-coloured Unicorn . . . . Ignore the weather, Come what may, We meet each morning . . . . Plus Ghost ! !
Late last night, The air, 'twas chill, I accompanied the Witch and Cat, On a voyage across The skies.
We sailed the seas, Of wind and air, Guided by The bright North Star. Debbie &
Peter
4th "VERY CLOSE-UP SATURN DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE TRYST BLADE" (a work in progress - just begun)
"From
the murky waters of The Black Pool she rose, and wandered, along
the road, in the woods, and all around, a young woman who’d been
disappointed in love and had drowned herself through shame and grief. To be continued . . . . . . .
Meanwhile, outside the studio . . . . . . .
"Total Access" writ large . . . . I've been granted the freedom of The Faery kingdoms wherever They exist ! ! Slowly, surely, phase by phase, I'm mastering the Witch's language, - can cast the very simplest spells !
I've shown the commissioned "Ogre" painting, Being created by my partner, To the Ogre and his friends . . . . They vouchsafed a look and grunted ! !
As time goes by, as they're completed, I'll show the witches and Faeries - and Unicorn - the portraits Of each of them, lively, entertaining, having fun ! ! ! Debbie &
Peter
3rd "FROSTY FRIDAY"
It was a bitter morning, When I entered the wood. Trees and bushes, even holly, Rustled, quivered, quiveringly.
No woodland creature stirred, No bird-song to be heard. Under ice a Sea-horse swam, And golly Gum-drops, Two fish-tailed Angels had joined it !
I could not quite believe my eyes !
what next ? Gargoyles come to life ? - must find my friend, the Witch, And warn the Faeries to Rehearse a special frown, a glare Or to stare back, wide-eyed, Immune to any sort of fright ! ! Debbie &
Peter
2nd "PEEL OF THUNDER - THOR'S DAY"
Witches and Elves are prone to disagreements. Elves dance, hop. Skip and steal the Brooms the Witches have hidden.
Soaring away to the land of Nod, They played "hunt the thimble", acrobatically 'gainst the wind.
This night, the wind was howling, gusting full-tilt, in sheets fountain-like, Without warning, Rain pelted down . . . . Ricocheting off, The stony path.
Peels of thunder, Flashes of lightening, The wind and rain - A crashing cacophony, Of sound.
A symphony of weather . . . . . . . Debbie &
Peter
1st "FOOL'S DAY"
"It
was customary of old among the Pagans that during this month slaves and
serving-maids should have a sort of liberty given them, and should be
put upon an equality with their masters, in celebrating a common
festivity." (Wikipedia)
Joined the garden Faeries for breakfast . . . . Dandelion tea and toasted Moss . . . . Now ensconced, almost ready, Do you really want to deal with paperwork today!
(Courtesy Alex @ Mr, Bun The
Baker)
Time to take a different path, The words and conversations, Mode of dress and lifestyle Adopted by the fantasy creatures Who inhabit our garden Are an inspiration in this quest!
Listen to the sounds and rhythms Of what is happening around me! The Witch was otherwise engaged, The Werewolves now too warm for comfort . . . . . . .
Where is it that you wander? I asked my friend, the Witch.
We joined the currents of the air . . . . Debbie &
Peter
March 2015 Blog
31st "TIWES DAEG"
Yesterday got blown away.
Fortunately, the today is calmer . . . .
The Faeries are now snug and warm, Encased in Fox and Rabbit holes. The Foxes have moved out, unsure . . . . Because ghostly Werewolves and Unicorns Have come to join the company! The Witch was brewing rainbow spells - And magic potions, The smell apparent in the breeze-blown air.
The Faeries, now dressed in fresh new springtime fashion, Are dancing on the bank, damp, Chill grass, Blowing spells through, Faery straws. Magic!
Colourful! Debbie &
Peter
30th "MOON DAY"
Come into my parlour. Said the Spectre to the Mouse You are little, you are nifty, Just come in, and have some fun.
The Mouse found itself In foodie Wonderland. He chose cheese, and apples, Chocolate cake and chocolate buttons. And cookies.
His squeaks attracted company. Bit, by bit, by bit, They emptied both the parlour And the large and well stocked pantry.
What fun did my fantastical friends, And mouse have, picnicking in the garden! Debbie &
Peter
29th "SUN DAY"
Where is it that you wander? Asked the Elves of, the Witches.
We join the currents of the air . . . . Set down when once the area is still. The oceans and the seas are tough climates Shut your eyes and trust to nature As that is all the birds plan to do.
Trust to to nature, To tell you very truth about the weather and rain The currents and the winds, Tempests, ocean storms and ocean breezes, Take us where they will . . . . and Dump us in the most peculiar places!
So much warmer now.
Bliss! Debbie &
Peter
28th "SIMULACRA - SATURN DAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" (a work in progress)
As the sun reflecting on the flood water sank beneath the rippling surface that night, the illuminating and healing power of the sun was absorbed by the waters . . . . . .
And,
the three springs, which now flooded, ran together, united at a spot
known as the Shee Well, symbolising the inner light of life as
contrasted with the outer light of the visible world, the waters that
issue from the Otherworld, the hidden source of wisdom. Debbie &
Peter
27th "FRIGEDAEG"
"TALES FROM THE WOOD"
A new work in progress . . . . . . .
The sun has set, The wind quiet chill… Time for a wander through the woods? I join my friend, the Witch Who, together with two lively Elves, Guides me, in the half-light, Under bushes, trees and shrubs.
So many wild creatures Venture out once the sun has set. So many moonbeam Faeries, An Owl, a Fox, and Rabbits. Although the path was gently lit By subtle magical spells, I paid no heed to my footfall And tripped over a Rabbit hole!
The Witch's cackle was loud and merry, The Elves giggled fit to bust. However once more a-foot I hobbled slightly but managed to resume my night time, fantastical expirations ! !
A
series of short stories by Deborah Susan Jones published as luxury
handmade books illustrated by Peter Andrew Jones, one of the most
significant fantasy artists of the modern age . . . . . . . . (Twitter) Debbie &
Peter
26th "OGRE THURSDAY"
(Extract) = from the book "THE OGRE'S MISTRESS" So,
the land, the forests and woods, fields, streams and rivers, were left
to themselves, even human blood tainted them where evil deeds were
perpetrated on their banks, and the Water Ogre wept with despair . . . . . .
Left
untended, with the passage of time, the land threatened to become
completely uninhabitable by living creatures, a place that had until
then been considered by the dwellers in the hamlet to have
had magical properties, and the area called Three Springs, that had
certainly been a very sacred place, seemed doomed . . . . . . . Debbie &
Peter
25th "WITCHY WEDNESDAY" Ancient laws Ancient customs Shrouded in invisibility, A Faery Kingdom comes to life, Reveals itself, as if by magic . . . .
In this pre-dawn, drenching rain, The sleeping sleep, The dreamers dream The Witch, the Faeries, Unicorns, Wizards, Elves, Imps, Ghosts, And Ogre suddenly appear before me ! !
Despite the rain, despite the cold, A Unicorn's invitation to fantasy land, Must be answered a.s.a.p. ! !
The garden landscape, fresh and new . . . .
Tantalizingly magnetic. Inspires one to write, draw, or paint.
Seated in silence, Peace and quiet, I blend-in with my fantasy friends, In tiredness, with eyes fast-closing.
I lay me down and drift Off to sleep, covered in A blanket of leaves upon The cool, damp lawn grass and Daisies . . . . . . Debbie &
Peter
24th "SPECIAL COMMISSION TUESDAY" It's not very often that the Artist requests a commission from another talent . . . . . . !
Special thanks to Alex
Barista extraordinaire
@ Mr, Bun The
Baker
Church Stretton
Debbie &
Peter
23rd "EQUILIBRIUM MONDAY" Studio workload building up . . . . . . .
Need to wind up the drawbridge.
The Witch will no longer Speak to me using the everyday, Salop, English accent. Next step ?
Learn to understand - and speak - the language of my garden, fantasy friends ! !
Debbie &
Peter
22nd "SOLSTICE SUNDAY"
Ostara, time for changes to studio visiting rules . . . . . ? Spring Equinox, is here . . . . Both sunny & chilly.
A bracing "spring in your step", Let's go for a walk", mix ! What more could you want ?
Talking of flying Faeries, Now flying brightly around the garden, Perched delicately atop The multi-coloured Unicorn (Their tiny hands clutching it's mane - oh so tightly ! ! A knuckle-white, cheek-pink, sparkling-white experience.) Debbie &
Peter
21st "SOLSTICE SATURDAY" "Ostara" Spring Equinox - March 21st/22nd
The Spring Equinox. The Pagan "Easter". Day of equilibrium. Neither harsh winter nor
merciless summer. A time of childish wonder. A time to perform
self banishings. Festival of
fertility. Seeds are blessed for planting. Debbie &
Peter
20th "ECLIPSING FRIDAY" The Solar eclipse has plunged the studio into twilight !
The Moon is passing directly between the Sun and the Earth. The Earth is wobbling around on its axis.
The orbit of the Moon around the Earth is tilted;
In perfect alignment = the syzygy effect.
Debbie &
Peter
19th "TUMULTUOUS THURSDAY" As we stroll through the local churchyard, we think What more can a Fantasy Artist & Writer want or need, Living as they do, in a magical place ?
Where Arthur trod, and Merlin still weeps up on Caer Caradoc Hill, In his cave, opposite our studio.
Where Morgana entombed him, After the Battle of Camlan, And where the Artist now paints, And the Writer writes;
In a land of myth & legend . . . . . .
First on the scene today in our garden - The Elves and Pixies (?) Playing hide and seek amongst the bushes . . . . Instead off Cats today, The Witches have one Owl each Upon their brooms !
Early a.m. comfortably quiet . . . . Serene and still fun Surrounded by our magical friends.
(Have just spied a Faery's nose poking through the daffodils) ! ! Debbie &
Peter
18th "SPINNING WEDNESDAY" Evening has fallen. The sun has set.
In the stillness In the darkness Tiny fireflies appear. Miniature flickering night lights of the earth.
A Witch spins and weaves In the old fashioned way. Faeries flit to and fro . . . . An Owl hoots expectantly. An occasional bat sweeps Aggressively out From the church near at hand To find substance and food !
Sometime this evening, A Nightingale will sing, And the cool air will freshen As each magical creature Seeks shelter and rest. Debbie &
Peter
17th "SPILL-OVER TUESDAY" Some days we need more than
other days . . . . . . .
(Many thanks to Alex @ Mr, Bun The
Baker)
Wherewithal . . . . become, and go, Carry trunks or pushing luggage, (or is it "carrying baggage?") We always seek a fresh, new way, To "do things" faster, faster,
faster . . . . . . .
The Faeries in our garden giggle, and tease me for ever rushing. Can you know or do you care, How quickly the days and weeks go
by?
The Witch, the Unicorn, the Elves, Who spend their lives in a busy
tizzy, Block my rush or prance around me, Gleefully breaking my ongoing race
! ! Debbie &
Peter
16th "PUZZLING
MONDAY" Seen in St. Mary's Church,
Stafford, UK.
Why, do the Angels have Devil's
tails . . . . . . ?
More soon . . . . . . Debbie &
Peter
15th "MAGICAL
GATHERING SUNDAY" The gentlest of unicorns, a
sculpture of stone. A horned, green dragon, prone
underfoot! A backdrop, mistily hazy, Oriental.
In the background a blue devil, seemingly ill-at-ease! The figure of a magician(?) is casting a "serious" spell, while his Amazonian companion caresses the unicorn's bowed head . . . . Debbie &
Peter
14th "INVISIBLE
SATURDAY" I've had a wand and cauldron
made especially for me!!
Wrapped up warm and donned a cloak
- a cloak to render me
invisible . . . . when flying. The cloak, a gift from the garden
Witch, I shall wear each night exploring The world from high above the
clouds! I now receive instruction daily In the art of casting spells . . . . (Nothing fiddly, or
confusing . . . . remembering the Witch"s language 'tis bad enough). However - apparently there is
no need To dress in black, or cackle!! Debbie &
Peter