The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of Faerie – First Draft

The Little Isle; An Illustrated Tale of the Realms of Faerie – this magical collaboration is slowly building towards becoming a publication and will feature these words below with the marvellous artwork of New York-based artist and designer Toni DB. For this first edition you will need to content yourselves with my illustrative scribbles which are in here for fun and to help get the process started. Samples of Toni’s illustrations appear at the foot of the blog as an idea of the quality of her work.

The Little Isle

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Let Snowdrop Fairy flutter,

02

A crumbling pixy utter,

Does no one now believe?

No one now believe

04

Rock troll in mountain melds

03

Where elf-lore was upheld

No longer real belief

Oh, you who once believed

005

Bumbling Hobb is sadly gone

006

Where Titania is frowned upon

Doubters scoff belief

Where doubters scoff belief

045

The fabled ancients say,

044

As tall tree people sway,

You no longer believe

No longer believe

007

Jackie Paper blows

008

With Samwise to goodness knows

The land of disbelieve

Land of disbelieve

010

Eritrea altered course

011

White waves leaping horse

Die as you disbelieve

As you so disbelieve

009

Will o the wisp will splutter,

018

Wish Fairy dying stutter,

Death of belief

Death I believe

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020
021

Dragon-heart, Camelot, clover

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013
014
049

Flower-painter, cobbler, prince; all over

In doubt you lost belief

All gone, oh yes, believe

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023

Sleepy hill or hidden meadow

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025

Timeless tower or treasured bower

Forgotten to believe

045

Too modern to believe

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032

The turn of page, the nod of dream

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033

The whirl of pool, the trickster’s scheme

Are all beyond belief

045

Belief beyond we leave

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028

Let dandelion fly, or white fluff sail

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030

Let all cream curdle, each story fail

Die without you; disbelieve

You do not now believe

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035

No stones open, no princess dance

036
037b

A swan is just a swan, a frog will not advance

037a

A foolish past believe

047

They used to all believe

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039

Go sweep the moon, go skip the primrose

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017

Smash the tooth, the lost morose

Forget all once believed

035

To dwindle we believe

009

Dwindle we believe

dwindle box

Dwindle

015

For those of you still wishing

017

The fey are all diminishing

knot dragon to wash

No matter how you weave

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No matter how you weave

sea four castle

Or does a little glimmer stubborn

046

Provide a tiny isle to live on

016

In the way that you perceive?

sea four oh and a cloud

In the way that you perceive

weave box

So still the faerie weave

In the way that you believe

In the way that you believe

believe box

Believe

Say, faerie live today

In the way that I believe

In the way that I believe

The way

I believei believe box

Adrian Spendlow

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Art Class Autobiography in Pictures

Art Class Autobiography in Pictures. Images only, no dialogue, lets see how I progress. Hopefully you own inner dialogue will allow you to learn as you go along too.

Well, alright, I will add a bit of dialogue. Now that I am updating it.

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We moved on to studying David Hockney.

That one is a direct copy of a small part of a larger piece of his, or to put it simply; forgery. 😉

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Ten times clockwork and ten withershins

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Class neighbour in twenty seconds.

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I wanted to work on having a foreground. And with light. Hockney isn’t perhaps the best person to learn light from. But I managed to come up with; Misty Wood.

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Horses neck.

wolds-road

The next challenge to choose a piece of his to copy. I went for this (I call mine Wold’s Road) as I felt I knew that road and wanted to travel it again. (The completed version is below.) His was a practice version, and above is my half way stage one.

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As you can see above, I carried on, in the hope I could make you wish to travel to my home country.

(I think one or two of my trees are better than his) 😉

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It was upside down and revealed a little at a time.

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The tutor likes my scribbles the best and says I should develop those.

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space.jpg
globe-lines
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apple-side
apple-freehand
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We were asked to do a Hockneyesque landscape.

I entitle the piece below Jesu Stands with Maidens

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I was asked to mix what I had learnt with my own style. We didn’t have long, so I slapped it on a bit. I was told it was good but that I had a lot to learn about water colours. I should have started with light and built up as it dries. It was suggested that I rescue it with ink.

Footnote; I wanted a heavy foreground to lead the way to the central focus whilst retaining the aspect I see in his work of wanting you to wish to travel further.

The scene is from my imagination but is based on memories of the tin mine where Jesus is said to have stood and the Nine Maidens; the stones which have moved me more than any other.

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dolls

Second attempt. Quick still life at the end of a class.

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