Hello Mum!

My mum now has internet, and I know she's reading this tonight. So hello Mum, and I love you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ceres

Ceres, Roman earth Goddess and Mother of Persphone. Her daughter was abducted by Hades, who was God of the Underworld.

What a load of cobbles...........

All that faffing about and furore and what do we get? We get a hung parliament,which will no doubt end in us all having to pile out to vote again a month down the line. Shheesh....

And wheres the sun gone? It's bloody freezing again.

Had a dream the other night about an angel. Here she is.

Poles, Proms and Honking Pheasants.

Yesterday Hubs and I must have looked like a right pair of eejits to the neighbours. We discoverd that the campervan (aka Cuthbert) also came with a 'Handy Tent'. Well that's what the label said anyhows. We decided to have a practice run, and proceeded to try and set it up out the front of our home. I whacked myself with a couple of tent poles and couldn't make head nor tail of the instructions. I think using the word 'Handy' was a tad optimistic. It's only handy if you can get it up.

The other day I went to Cannock with the youngest to get a Prom dress. Amazingly there was no swearing obsceneties, and no screaming fits. Found a lovley dress and she looked really grown up. Must admit I got a lump in my throat. Not sure if that was just because I know she will look beautiful, or the fact that the whole kaboosh was costing a bloody fortune. Is she worth it? Yeah...............

Been in the garden weeding and making a new little veg plot........ The pheasants over the back field have young and the stressy momma keeps making a noise that makes me jump. The dogs go doolally everytime it's out there. It's like something out of a coyote wiley cartoon. The pheasants even make a honking noise similar to that ruddy road runner.

Maggie V. Jones Rabbits And Rambles

Brought a new campervan and called him Cuthbert. Expecting to spend many a happy time out on the road with him. May he live a long and useful life. ;)

Celtic Princess

I had originally used my daughter's face as a reference but she didnt like being the subject (yet again), so I changed the face. She's blue because I wanted to make it look like she has woad dye painted on to her face.

Aine

Triple Goddess : Maiden, Mother, Crone

Cerridwen's Cauldron

Senses Beyond My Window

Crescadoing trills
A splish splashing tinkling glass
Galloping of neighs

Sweet sap of greening
Wafts from brushed past rosemary
damp dog, and bog pond

Sun motes, dazzling hues
Bulging bulbs, from rich dark soil
Crocus peeking through

The West Wind

A quick little sketch I did in Corel Painter, using the chalk, pencils and water colour brushes/pens......... Just playing around with some ideas...........

Funny isn't it, how theres never a policeman around when you need one, yet as soon as you drop a crisp on the floor a whole flying squad appears? Or there's the scenario where you are waiting for the number 22 bus to turn up and it dosen't for ages, then a fleet of them come trundling down the street? Well that's a bit like my postings. Nowt for yonks, then a rake of them to bore you to death. Enjoy.

Blimey The Sun's Out!

I kid you not, the sun is actually shining outside! I was able to go out earlier and hang up a tonne of freshly washed laundry onto the line, without fear of rain, and with the hope of having a good darn chance of it actually drying. The dogs are now trying to wrestle each other out the way to hog the sun rays that are filtering through the window. Funny enough, I actually have a stinking head cold though. Sods law that is...........

Dryads sketch..............

The Siren Sings

I know she scares me too. And yet strangely enough, her song lures me, and I still feel like I want to sink down into the pools of her eyes ......................

The Mermaid & The Seals

Jester

To illustrate a poem............... When it's finished

Go wii Go

God I love those wii game consoles. Hubs brought me the wii fit board at xmas and Ive lost nearly half a stone. Recently I also brought the dance revolution software and dance mat to use on it and its fandabbydozee. I admit Im no John Travolta, but even I can do a basic stomp. I won't be rushing out and buying any spangly boob tubes anytime soon though. Any disco diva-ing will be definately confined to the privacy of my own living-room. I could frighten people.

Been working on a jester piece and also one with a phoenix............ Will post soon....

Went to our Daughters parents evening the other night and she made us proud with the teachers comments. Lovely kid and a hard worker,who deserves to do well in her coming exams, apparently............ However, shes like a banshee at home, so Its like they were talking about two different people. Her art teacher surprised me too. She said our kid is a good organiser. I thought to myself, you should see the bomb site that is her bedroom at home. It's about as organised as a bowl of spaghetti, and she cant find anything. I just sat there dazed and smiled and nodded a lot. On the way home hubs and I chuckled.

Catch Up

Err it's been nearly four months since my last confession (er I mean blog update). Well theres never enough hours in the day is there? Anyway, to summarise, Ive given up the market stall as I think I will make more by selling online and also by doing casual markets across the local counties from the Spring through to the Summer months, without having to tie myself up to a hefty rent outlay. Im not sad really, as it's served its purpose as a learning experience, and showed me I enjoy market trading. I never lost anything either, just breaking even really. As a whole the venue was suffering though, as other stalls werent doing too hot there either. I dont just blame a recession, it just seems to have seen its day, and no new customers were coming in. The venue is outdated and dosent attract the younger generation. I felt like it would be a lost cause and I wanted to hang on to my best remaining stock in order to have something to sell off in the following summer months. Also it means more time for my art, which was a major factor for me. ................. Riiiight, onwards and upwards eh?

Down & Dense

Down because developers are trying to build on Green belt land near where I live (the bloody $^*#####), and Im feeling dense because I cant get my head around this new fandangled Twitter mijiggy. Im all for advancement but sometimes I hanker just for the real and not the virtual. Thats why Im going to fight tooth and nail to preserve this historic and ancient green belt of ours. Its something you can still actually touch and smell .......

A Touch Of The Fae...........

I'm missing them. I havent had time to doodle much fantasy art and it's killing me. I am seriously going to have to manage my time better and more effectively. I need to be 'away with the fairies' (believe me its a good thing and quite theraputic). In fact, I need time for a lot of things. I miss spending more time with the kids, the dogs, my garden and allotment, reading, or even watching a decent film. Its pants huh? ........ Saying that, I did manage to watch 'Outlander' and 'The Watchmen' last night. Im mulling over them still.......

I cannot believe how time has flew by. It's nearly the start of the school year. My Grandson starts school for the first time this Sept. I feel (and according to the mirror) look ancient. Before we know it All Hallows Eve will be here and the nights will really start to draw in then, as well as there being a dramatic drop in the temperature. I think I must have blinked and missed the Summer. It was crappy wasn't it?

Oh by the way I got another Cockatiel. Not by choice, I was forced into it. I came home and it was there already settled in with Bella. It was courtesy of my son, who never asks my opinion first ......... Apparently, its from the same parents as Bella, so they are sisters. I couldn't think what to call her at first. Then after a couple of days they started argeying and bargeying over the territory. They have a love/hate reltationship. One minute they seem all cosey togeather and the next they bitch and hiss at each other over control of the swing.

Sometimes they can be quite spiteful and tug at each others spikey tuffs on top of their heads. One night they really hissed and screeched at each other and it dawned on me what to finally call the pair of harpies. Bella's sister is now called Donna. Belladonna...... geddit? The name seemed apt for the posionous gruesome twosome. No doubt they will settle down soon. I plan to add an additional swing anyway so hopefully that will shut the pair of swines up.

And finally........... heres a GET WELL SOON for my sis Carol. The poor bugger is off colour and suffering. xxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh yeah, I gave in and got a few fae on my stall........ I miss em

Roll up, roll up - gifts, scents, and a bit of glitz

And not a sci fi or horror object in view - shocker huh? ..... One or two fairies, but very limited. For those that know me you may be gob-smacked but I thought it made good business sense to target the older customer that seems to dominate our good market. There appeared to be a distinct lack of occasional giftware, so thats the road I took. These regulars I love em to bits, many a good chin wag have I had with the older customers. Ive' bowed to convention and also got in the scented drawer liners, fragrant sachets, and even ordered some anti moth stuff. It really is a case of 'granny knows best' :) Amazingly I have had some gifts brought off me recently that now reside in Australia, Worcester, Leicestershire and Ireland. Strangely it never even crossed my mind prior about the market, and the city itself, getting tourists and visitors. Funny that.

Witterings

It's been a while since I have updated but Ive' been extremely busy with my new market stall. It's been just over a month since I started my new business, and it looks promising, so I'm optimistic. I specialise in general gifts and special gifts for occasions, such as christenings, weddings etc...... Also I supply home fragrance ware such as scented candles, wax melts, pot pourii and room mist sprays.

I enjoy it, and it gives me a creative outlet in the buying and stall displaying process. Im forever scouring for new and unusual gifts to sell, and Im looking forward to creating a lovely xmas display towards the end of the year. But most of all I love chatting to customers, and its amazing the amount of interesting people I get to meet.

I havent had much time to personally create much, as my business is in its infancy, and it takes a lot of my time up. However, I have done a number of preliminary sketches, and hope to have something to put up on here and at my galleries at Elfwood and Epilogue soon.

I have plans to eventually have an online outlet for my other artistic pursuits, such as the sculptures, rustic art work and art dolls. And as always I am also always open to any commercial commisions for my digital fantasy and Sci-fi art.

Thats all for now folks - cheerio :O)

Mint, Mutts & Mad Heads

Jet is none to pleased. She was having a nice little nap with lion and ellie when I woke her up to take some daft photograph.

So I had a little wander in the garden with Titch to look at the mint and the ever amassing weeds.

As you can see the ivy is threatening to cover my back wall, and the rosemary bush further along looks like something out of the day of the triffids. I must get some weeding done sharpish. Iv'e been so busy with the allotment that the garden tended to be overlooked.

Here be my flower-pot man. Hubs and I sit on the garden seat and try and ping his terracotta pot hat with tiny pebbles. Hubs always wins, my aim is way off. You can't ever accuse us of not being sophisticated or acting our age eh?

Around the pond needs trimming down. My Aztec Pearl has become somewhat unruly. I love it in the early spring when it grows little pearl-like buds, and if your rub the leaves it smells of oranges. There are fish in there somewhere. 'Somewhere' being the operative word.

Now for the 'Mad Heads' part of my post. Here they are, my daughter and grandson.

Jesters, Chaos & Oddities

My work space

(laughs at the idea of calling this miniscule cubby hole "space")

Hubby has now relegated me to the porch area. He was kind enough to provide heating and lighting (snort) .......I refused to move my sewing machine from the living-room though! ...I dunno what his beef is, just because I have my stuff in the living room, the bedroom, the shed and now the garage he moans?

It looks like chaos in here. However, I can asssure you I know where everything is though (in a fashion). Meet my latest creation, Mr Jester. I'm going to attach some wire to the paintbrush he is holding and have him dangling from above. He's made of all cloth material, apart from the metal bells on his cap. Next to him is a gold angel peg doll, and up in the left corner are some gingham love birds.

A green/gold leaves man brooch Im working on

Polymer clay sculptures. Some daft cat, a pig fridge magnet and a gingerbread man.

A flower-pot baby. Sorry, but my photographing skills are virtually non-existant. It's a little fairy thing made out of clay, in a mini terracotta pot with some cloth petals attached to the head. The leaves around the top of the pot were made from clay too.

Teddy Bears Picnic

Just to the left of this photo theres a clay and wire rustic love bird thatI made out of poymer clay. I get bored quickly and have to have a number of things on the go at once. Also I haven't much paitence, and hate waiting for glue/paint/varnish to dry. Believe me, it's safer having some other projects to hand to keep me occupied. Im one of those people that put their fingers on still wet/tacky paint to see if it's dry! (duh)

Doing A Jig!

Yeesiree! I have just phoned up about my application for a lock up market stall and it looks like it has been approved. Im now going to stuff three lemon puff biscuits in my gob to celebrate, and muse over what to design for some signage.

This little chap has agreed to be my muse for the day. He reminds me of one of my brother-in-laws. It wasn't intentional, I promise :)

Symbolism of Bride/Brigit/Brigid

Hmmm I have been asked by a number of people what is the symbolism behind my pictures of the Goddess / Saint. The Goddess of the hearth, forge and fertility (childbirth), and a scholar and poet. She has been associated also with water and wells, water being a life source and having healing properites. She is also said to be the 'Fire' goddess, and a triple aspect Goddess in her forms as maiden, mother and crone. So much to cram in I wondered, how could I account for all those aspects? It was more simple than I first anticipated, thanks to three little insects. Well the Dragonflies are of the air and water.......Air as an element has long been associated with intellect so that linked nicely with her scholary and poetical attributes and they need clean water to breed in so that draws us to her association with water and healing. Dragonflies also undergo three stages of metamorphosis, I made comparisons with this and that of the three aspects of the Goddess as maiden, mother and crone. The butterflies are also symbolic of transformation and rebirth, both spiritually and physically. Some thought the butterfly and the transformations it went through were symbolic of the souls journey. The goddess has also said to have owned an orchard in the 'otherworld' and bees travelled there to collect magical nectar. Bees also are a sign of fertility and herald the coming spring and summer. The Goddesses festival day is Imbolc or Candlemas during Spring and is celebrated around 1st - 2nd Feb. Oh and I fogot, the colour theme, warm and sunny or the colour of fire, and the metal work on her brow and in the one picture (a torc) highlight her metalwork skills!

Little Red Riding Hood Legs It.............

A little cartoon sketch done digitally in Corel Painter, using my trusty Wacom tablet & Pen ......... The Post lady is late today. Keep your fingers crossed I hear news of that market stall today! Anyway, I'm off to make some more sculpters. I love Fimo Clay, it's fab! Im making a tiny green man face at the moment, but it's a fiddly little critter, with all the tiny leaves and such.

Twiddling Thumbs

I'm still waiting for news about a market stall. I have tons of stock waiting for sale, even have a few little sculptors of my own made for re-sale (and a few more in the offing), but still no news. Im sitting here like a demented moron watching out of the window, waiting for the post lady. How hard can it be to make a decision on renting a stall to someone or not? ........ To chill out I did some doodling. Fairys always make me feel lifted. Heres a little fae spirit, done in pastels and then scanned in and worked over some more digitally.

Keeping Faith, Flatulence and Runaway Spiders

Yesterday Hubby, myself and our wee grandson, had a bout of weeding down our allotment. Whilst inspecting the radishes I heard hysterical giggles coming from behind me. I turned around and asked the little man what he was laughing at. He said, " Im laughing at this spider running away Nanny!" Smiling, I said to him it would't hurt him, and to be gentle with it. He said of course he wouldnt hurt it, he said he thought it was, "bootiful". At times that child perks me up no end, he's a diamond. Mind you, I wasn't so chuffed later on when he called me thunder pants. Not quite sure what he meant, or where he learnt that from. Maybe its a new kids cartoon? Or heaven forbid maybe he thinks I wear big granny bloomers? Anyway, I plucked up the courage to ask him what it meant, and apparently he's been called it himself. I stupidily asked him why was that, and he replied because of his pumping of course. No decorum whatsoever that child.

Goddess Bride

The Celtic Goddess Bride (Brigid). Medium: Digital. Completed Imbolc 2009. Copyright Maggie V. Jones

Two versions of this, and I personally prefer the latter. Others may beg to differ.

Women Who Inspire

Helen Forrester

'Twopence to Cross the Mersey',' Liverpool Miss' and 'By the Waters of Liverpool'.

My sisters and I grew up on these books. As an eleven year old they were the first womens interest literature and autobiographical work I had ever read. They (the books) made us cringe in mortification, and cry for the life that this woman edured as a young girl. Her life made us feel humble, but more importantly she inspired.

http://www.bookarmy.com/Authors/Helen_Forrester_1919_Writer.aspx

Hopes n Dreams

Ive' been twiddling my thumbs for days, and bobbing up and down like a demented yo-yo. Im waiting for news, some important and hopefully positive news. Ive been planning and plotting a new business venture for yonks. Dont laugh, but Ive hankered for a long while to be a market trader and an opportunity for a three day permanent pitch has arisen. I set the ball in motion and now am waiting to see if I will get my pitch.

What she gonna sell you may ask? Weeeelll it's fancy giftware. My God I love gift shops, but its a passion of mine that drives my hubby loopy. He hates them with a vengence and tries all the tricks in the book to steer me away from them when we are out shopping. I don't necessarily have to buy anything, I could just spend hours in them ooohhing and ahhhing over trinkets and baubles. Holidays are the worst time for him, as seaside gift shops draw me in like a moth to the flame. What better thing then but for me to be a proprietor of giftware, it just makes sense does it not? This way I get to indulge in as much ooohing and ahhhhing as I want as I source out wonderful nicknacks and the like.

Im keeping my fingers crossed and praying to the powers that be that I get that permanent pitch. If I get it it may also provide me with an opportunity to sell on my own artwork, maybe hand painted or drawn cards, and I even thought about trying my hand at polymer clay, or salt dough sculpting. Please, Please, Purrrleaase let it be mine!!! If I get it I promise to cut down on my intake of dodgy tv soaps, to put more money in charity boxes, and stop secretly reading mushy Mills & Boon books. I will even stop eating lemon-puff biscuits if thats what it takes!

The Smell Of Earth & The Sun On My Face

Yes, its planting time again down on our allotment. I love the smell of the earth, and the promise of warmer days to come, as the tentative sun is now starting to peep through the clouds. Despite my sore back, mud grimed hands and sweating brow, I felt empowered and satisfied by a few good days digging, weeding and sowing. I love our allotment, its something hubby and I do togeather, it's ''our special thing'. ' This year apart from the usual crops we thought we would go for something different and so also prepared some ground for growing sweetcorn. Ive also decided to grow rhubarb, you just can't beat rhubarb crumble and custard!

We also spruced up our garden at home, and replanted tubs, baskets and troughs. The fish in the pond are becoming more active and eating for England, and the local bird life is going into full twittering mode. I also spied a rabbit prancing around in the field behind us, and two pheasants were squalling out there as well earlier in the day. The other night I heard the foxes coughing barks out back as well (It's so difficult to describe the sound they make), and I wondered if they have cubs? Though I have caught sight of the adult foxes many times, especially at twilight when I have thrown the carcass remains of a roast over for them, Ive never seen evidence of any cubs, not for the last couple of years. I'm ever hopeful. Don't you just love Spring and the advent of early Summer?

I was lucky enough to have been given a gift of 'The Druid Craft Tarot', with it's beautiful artwork on the cards, and so have been spending some time' studying it. Ive' also been reading various interesting literature on the theory of a possible connection between quantum physics and psychic phenomena and clairvoyancy. It's intriguing stuff, and thought provoking. I haven't been drawing much at all over the winter, but rather doing a lot of reading and listening to music. I can feel the inspiration bubbling and brewing just below the surface though. Life, and the stirrings of nature after the long winter sleep, does that to you.

Snot, tissues and lucozade

Yes, Iv'e been bunged up, aching, moaning, whiney, weak, and so feeling sorry for myself. I have driven my poor hubby and kids to distraction with my flu bug. Im a terrible patient and would stretch the paitence of Florence Nightengale herself. As a consequence Ive done no writing or doodling. Dont fret - I will be back with a vengence shortly.

I found out how Mr Lucky (aka Mouse) was accessing my home. Apparently he was climbing up the outpipe from my washing machine which went outside into the drain. How ingenious he is! I have plugged it up now with a meshing which allows the water out but not him in, and instead left him food on a makeshift bird table outside, consisting of seeds, nuts and fruit. I think he likes this fare better than the dog biscuits. Now all I have to do is find a way to stop him chewing my husbands fishing nets up in the shed!

A Cheeky Visitor

I can always tell when winter is approaching, as that cheeky mouse who lives in the field next door tries to gain access to my home, in order to gorge himself on the dog biscuits. Ive had to save his sorry hide on more than one occassion from the dogs. Why do I stop the dogs from killing him my hubby asks? "I dunno", I answer, and then I feel my lips starting to quiver and water spurting from my pathetic eyeballs. He's torn between feeling guilty at my tears, and angry at my stupidness. Then with a shrug and a sigh he gives up and walks away. I cant help it. I know Im daft, and the mouse is vermin in the eyes of others, but I have this karma thing going on. Plus the tiny little thing is rather cute. Ive' even given Mr Mouse a name. I daren't tell hubby I have christened him Lucky though, as he may finally lose his patience and attempt to put that to the test.

Dance With Me

He bowed so lowly, brushing the ground
and desperately grasped as she spun around.
Twisting towards her with creaks and a groan,
“dance with me wind I’m so much alone!”
“You have shorn my crown, laid bare my friends,
crooked my back and make no amends.”
She buffered his request, and with a shrill,
laughed at his pretence of a sapling will.

I can just taste it now

Cake Mountain

A meringue of white peaks
sprinkled with snowy icing
decorated with windswept swirls
and topped with a cherry sun

It's Been One Of Those Days...........

My computer went doolally earlier and my broadband packed up, and I started having withdrawal symptoms and heart palpatations. Thanks to AOL tech staff though I got it all tickety-boo again. I have a love/hate relationship with the internet and my computer. I hate it because neither of them will bend to my bidding as I want them to, but I cannot live without them either.

The day was also confounded by the fact that my older dog Titch decided to eat one of hubbies new tartan slippers (I hate them too he looks about a trillion years old wearing those baffies). Titch hasn't done this since he was young, and I think it may have been because he had bile in his stomach and needed some grass to chew on (apparantly the sap in it neutralises the acid in the gut). I thought here we go, he's going to moan all night about the loss of his precious slippers (cue image of Gollum saying, "My Preeeeeeeecious").

Now I had a choice to either hide the evidence and feign innocence, or plead that the dogs getting old, is stupid, and for hubby not to give him dirty looks and scowls because of his age. I can't help it -Titch is my buddy, my comfort, my crutch (and he keeps my feet warm of a cold night) , and I hate to see his eyes looking all googly at me if he's told off. He always does that you know. He always looked at me when hubby or one of the kids ever told him off , or tried to move his butt off the sofa, expecting me to save him from his reprimand, or let him keep his favourite seating spot (which I always did).

Funny enough, and to my surprise, hubby just tutted and never give him so much as an eye roll. It was then that I realised it just might be fun to get old, you can get away with murder, and probably get up to all sorts of escapades. Im going to bear that in mind, when I'm in my dotage.

The Ferocious Whats-It's-Name

Interview by author Casey June Wolf

Casey conducted and wrote up a brilliant interview. Check it out on her blog: http://cjunewolfden.blogspot.com/2008/11/maggie-v-jones-goddesses-bugs-and.html

Eureka - I did it!

It's official. I managed to cram four lemon puff biscuits in my mouth at once! Even the dog looked impressed, and she's a real gannet. Now where was I? Oh yeah, I got a moderators award for my Jack Frost picture on Elfwood. Cool.

Ha Ha Funny (not) Ha Ha

A few stupid jokes that my son told me for halloween. Be prepared to groan.

Why did the skeleton cross the road ?
Because he wanted to get to the Body Shop.

Why didn't the skeleton go to the party?
Because he had no body to go with.

Why are graveyards so noisy?
Because of all the coffin.

By the end of this third joke I pleaded with him to cease. But oh no, he had to torture me some more!

Why is Baron Frankenstein such good fun?
Because he soon has you in stitches.

Why are ghosts such bad liars?
Because you can see right through them!

At this point I screamed for mercy and ran away..................................................................

Waffling

It snowed here the other day! Yes, in October. How bizarre is that? It's also been freezing and frosty, hence my Jack Frost picture. For some reason I cannot place the text right on this blogger, so its scrunched up on the side, next to the picture. Click on the picture for a larger version.

I watched Sweeney Todd the other night. Talk about gory, and there was bucketfuls of blood, just how I like it. Scared myself silly. I just love Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp. Ive' always been a fan of director Tim Burtons, ever since I first watched Jack Skellington in 'Nightmare Before Christmas'. I also brought 'Corpse Bride' recently and that was freakily marvellous too. I cannot wait until his version of Alice In Wonderland comes out next year.

Aston (my Grandson) and I are watching 'Arthur & The Invisibles' tonight. Anything with fae folk in it and I'm in heaven, especially if accompanied by a kit kat bar and a cup of Earl Grey (Aston had Maltesers and juice).

Jack Frost

Jacks about I see, adorning the boughs with glass. Such shattering cold!

I Had A (Crazy) Dream

I had this really strange dream last night, and this was the result. Don't ask me what it means. Very spooky and a bit surreal, but I do like the upside down faces. It may have had something to do with a sci-fi story I had been reading, with an alien in it, as well as the fact I had been drawing dragonflies for another artistic work in progress. I think theres a little Langelaan (The Fly) and Kafka influence in there as well. I think I'm evolving and transforming as an artist, and maybe that's being highlighted in this piece of work? On reflection, I think I'm going to name it Metamorphosis.


Text and pictures Copyright to Maggie V. Jones 2008

Haiku Poem For Halloween (aka Samhain)

PUMPKIN HEAD

Guide this trickster with

hollowed grin and dancing lights,

through the night of dead.

Finding Creatures & Other Stories

Congratulations to Casey June Wolf, after the launch of her new book, Finding Creatures & Other Stories. With an introduction by Charles De Lint, and the book cover artwork provided by yours truly.

http://cjunewolfden.blogspot.com/

www.wattleanddaubbooks.ca.

Maggie Jones - The Bug Collector

I was quite chuffed to be a awarded a trophy for picture of the week by the Corel Painter Official Magazine site. Click on the link below for more ......

Maggie Jones - The Bug Collector

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