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. Toni’s illustrations will be appearing increasingly in future drafts as I blog the piece in a few stages of development so you will be able to experience the growth towards being ready for a publisher’s consideration. Wish us well on this exciting adventure.

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The Little Isle

Let Snowdrop Fairy flutter,01

A crumbling pixy utter,02

Does no one now believe?

No one now believe

 

Rock troll in mountain melds04

Where elf-lore was upheld03

No longer real belief

Oh, you who once believed

 

Bumbling Hobb is sadly gone005

Where Titania is frowned upon006

Doubters scoff belief

Where doubters scoff belief

 

The fabled ancients say,045

As tall tree people sway,044

You no longer believe

No longer believe

 

Jackie Paper blows007

With Samwise to goodness knows008

The land of disbelieve

Land of disbelieve

 

Eritrea altered course010

White waves leaping horse011

Die as you disbelieve

As you so disbelieve

 

Will o the wisp will splutter,009

Wish Fairy dying stutter,018

Death of belief

Death I believe

 

Dragon-heart,019 Camelot,020 clover021

Flower-painter,012 cobbler,013 prince;014 all over049

In doubt you lost belief

All gone, oh yes, believe

 

Sleepy hill022 or hidden meadow023

Timeless tower024 or treasured bower025

Forgotten to believe

Too modern to believe045

 

The turn of page,026 the nod of dream032

The whirl of pool,031 the trickster’s scheme033

Are all beyond belief

Belief beyond we leave045

 

Let dandelion fly,027 or white fluff sail028

Let all cream curdle,029 each story fail030

Die without you; disbelieve

You do not now believe

 

No stones open,034 no princess dance035

A swan is just a swan,036 a frog will not advance037b

A foolish past believe037a

They used to all believe047

 

Go sweep the moon,038 go skip the primrose039

Smash the tooth,040 the lost morose017

Forget all once believed

To dwindle we believe035

Dwindle we believe009

Dwindledwindle box

 

For those of you still wishing015

The fey are all diminishing017

No matter how you weaveknot dragon to wash

No matter how you weaveknot to wash.jpg

 

Or does a little glimmer stubbornsea four castle

Provide a tiny isle to live on046

In the way that you perceive?016

In the way that you perceivesea four oh and a cloud

 

So still the faerie weaveweave box

In the way that you believe

In the way that you believe

Believebelieve box

 

Say, faerie live today

In the way that I believe

In the way that I believe

The way

I believei believe box

 

 

 

Adrian Spendlow

 

Toni; the images are just to fill the spaces for now, I don’t expect they will inspire too often. One thing I realise I have not been too good at is the ‘recipient’; like I’ve done someone blowing the dandelion but not having the dream or looking disbelieving or imagining the white horse etc.

I have very little idea as yet on page layout or font type or font integration.

 

Footnote: I have been a year thinking of a suitable tale to match the magical work which is to come; I am tremendously excited and fittingly thrilled.

 

 

 

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Art Class Autobiography in Pictures

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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.

We moved on to studying David Hockney.hockney tree.jpg

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 withershinsquick faces.jpg

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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.horses neck.jpg

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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. wolds road done.jpg

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) 😉upside down face.jpg

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

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

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We were asked to do a Hockneyesque landscape. space.jpgglobe-linesglobe shading.jpgapple up.jpgapple-sideapple-freehand

I entitle the piece below Jesu Stands with Maidensjesu stands with maidens lightened.jpg

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

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