Adrienne Segur, born in Greece in 1901 was the daughter of a French writer. Ms. Segur was a talented illustrator through the 1950s and 1960s. The Fairy Tales of Perrault by Adrienne Segur was published in 1934. Her wonderfully illustrated Golden Book of Fairy Tales came out in 1958. She also created charming images for The Snow Queen and Other Tales first printed in 1961.
Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, b. 9 June 1888, d. 25 June 1960, was an Australian illustrator.
Her work was first published by New Idea magazine when she was just fifteen. Her illustrations were exhibited in Australia, London, and Paris between 1907 and 1933.Working with pen, ink, and watercolor, Outhwaite’s work was delightfully executed. One hundred twenty-six years later, her illustrations still charm.
Jean-Baptiste Monge is a French fantasy artist/illustrator. Monge creates in a style that is at times playful, as well as intricate and eccentric. He has an Etsy shop and a blog.
James Browne, artist-illustrator, welcomes faeries into his studio and the results are magical artworks. I wish to showcase his work with his prints ‘Dew Faery’ and ‘Allure’ and provide a link to his webpage. Now I must away to his pages and try to decide which wonderful pieces to bring into my workspace.
‘I have a lifetime to paint, with a subject matter that is endless, with one goal in mind, and that is, to keep the child in all of us.’ James Browne
Margot is the least consequential princess of a landlocked kingdom suspicious of those like her mother and her—powers of water. She longs to live with purpose and to be within sight of the sea. When holy man and king Orrin, offers Margot a chance to run toward everything she dreams of, she believes herself in love with him. Love, it turns out, does not grant Margot safe harbor. Though she finds him irksome, she accepts help from the storyteller Bird. Margot escapes to what she hopes will be her true safe place. Will she find peace among those who revere water?
I predicted needing a handkerchief watching The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, but a sense of disappointment was unexpected. I thoroughly enjoyed most every scene as depicted by director Peter Jackson with the movie series The Lord of The Rings, and believe the hardworking Weta Workshop still has no equal, but this second installment of The Hobbit’s story is lacking something vital—Tolkien’s heartfelt storytelling.
Firstly, the opportunity to delight with Beorn’s amazing hives, bees and the clever animals doing his bidding is only nodded at, when it might have amazed given Weta was at hand. Then missed is the fun of Gandalf enticing reluctant Beorn into helping them. Once Bilbo and company are lost in Mirkwood, also misplaced is the twist of Bombur becoming a dreadful burden, as well as the tempting twinkling lights. Here the sight of an elven forest feast would be a visual treat, but the movie cuts this too, though I did enjoy the Elven realm as depicted. Did anyone else miss Bilbo Baggin’s feeling himself a different creature after he slays the spider with Sting—fiercer, bolder? To prove this he uses insults to lure away spiders who captured the dwarves and must let them see he can disappear using his ring. However, when the Wood-elves catch them, we are treated to a daunting King Thranduil, wonderfully depicted by Lee Pace—no scene with King Thranduil is a throwaway! Yet it’s not Thorin who prods them to risk the barrels, but Bilbo by saying, ‘Come along to your nice cells, and I will lock you all in again, and you can sit there comfortably and think of a better plan—but I don’t suppose I shall ever get hold of the keys again, even if I feel inclined…’
Here the movie story becomes more Pirates of the Caribbean (though I admire Orlando Bloom’s Legolas) than The Hobbit, and action sequences with newly created She-elf Tauriel get tedious. Using the appendixes of The Lord of the Rings also padded the tale, but fleshing out the actual story would allow its humor, the relationships between characters and Tolkien’s storytelling to carry the movie instead of video game flash. A big misstep is Gandalf’s mad dash into Dol Guldur. Tolkien says of Gandalf that he, “dared to pass the doors of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur, and secretly explored his ways…” but in this retelling Gandalf madly rushes about the fearsome fastness crying aloud a challenge before caught—not even as subtle as Bilbo on his first burgle attempt! All this said I have expectations for the last The Hobbit movie. I hope it remembers the importance of Bilbo’s transformation from a hidebound hobbit that preferred his tea hot and his breakfasts abundant to a stout fellow with love and loyalty firmly ahead of such comforts, and portrays all the warmth and derring-do the humble hobbit himself got up to without his pocket-handkerchief.
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The Fairies by William Allingham Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We dare ‘t go a-hunting For fear of little men. Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl’s feather! Down along the rocky shore Some make their home – They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow […]