Once upon a time...

Her mother said she would have to kiss a lot frogs before she met her Prince.

But this was more literal then she thought.

This years Valentine.

And submitted for Illustration Friday Topic, Midsummer's Night.

There is always a fairy party that night.

Fairytales

Mommy, where have all the Knights gone?

Romance is dead, Dear-heart.

Oh.


Pencil, art paper and my scanner hate each other.

Finished!

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself. — Helen Rowland

It just kinda happened....and I couldn't stop it.

So I have been reading a wonderful book bought for me by my best friend for my birthday called Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. But the other day I needed a fairytale or two to get the creativity flowing.

So I began reading a most lovely short story collection called The Ogre's Wife, by Richard Parks. Tonight I was reading the third tale when I stopped in the middle of it and drew this scene.

This where Mordhu, a pooka, seeks out Stone the oldest of the Fey. Stone is sitting in a waterfall to block out the noise of the threat to the fey kingdom. "The water is noisy, but always the same. After a time it fades, and the Voice stays muffled. I do not think I will leave here for awhile."

The scan didn't turn out so well so I took some quick photos...it's to late tonight to mess around with perfection.

Close up:


Full:


Click on the image and it should take you to flickr where you can see them larger.

You would have thought I would have choosen the part where the Fey Queen gives Mordhu the task of finding out what is wrong with the land...but no...I choose a goblin and a stone fey.