Oil Painting and Limited Edition Print of Harebells in Shropshire

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This piece illustrates as much as any the strong connection between Peter's Fantasy art and his "local" Rural art (it's the Myths & Legends thing . . . . . . .)
By : Deborah Susan Jones : Editor
We had taken the shuttle bus up to the Bog Mine Tea Room at The Stiperstones on a quiet summer's Sunday, to steep ourselves in the atmosphere of peace and serenity, cool breeze and bright sunlight, and the ever pervading sense of "the other world", and between intakes of scones and tea Peter went out back to see what visual treasures he could find behind the heavy stone walls that remained of the Victorian school house of the once thriving mining community and now a Tea Room for visitors and hill walkers.
They don't call it "The Bog" for no reason . . . . . . .
"As I edged closely down a grassy bank towards a clump of beautiful blue flowers I later came to know were called Harebells, I slipped and fell into - a bog - a small bog, but a bog no less."
Well, it just had to be a painting after that!
It is said the Victorians believed fairies slept in the bells and used them as drinking goblets for dew and so are sometimes known as ‘fairy bells’ and ‘fairy thimbles".
Of course, as with so much of the Fauna and Flora of the area Folk lore provides interesting views and these beautiful little flowers are said to tinkle to warn Hares of predatory Foxes and the like nearby. Sometimes Witches who shape-shifted into Hares, a common aspect of myth and legend in this area, had associations with Harebells, so it is not surprising that The Stiperstones is festooned with Harebells  found in sunken hollows (and bogs!) a rocky ridge that has such strong connections with witches, spirit beings and of course, even the Devil himself . . . . . . ..
You can just imagine, can't you, tiny Faeries flitting to and fro, in and out of those bells and then burrowing deep into the boggy wet areas to take a bath, to paddle around, to lark around and to, maybe, suddenly present themselves to you in a truer guide, that of a Witch, shape-shifted to appear as a Fox buyt failing to capture its Faeriei prey due to te tinkling sound of the earning Harebells . . . . . . ..
Magic?!.

Deborah Susan Jones : Editor

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