Year of the Fairy Tale – MAGIC!

Ta Da! Here’s the final FairyLand book.  Although I didn’t have the imagination/energy/where-with-all to contribute do take a look – it’s charming, the pictures are wonderful and what people think is “magic”, although inspired,  may be diagnostically significant!!!!

fa i r y l a n d  The Art of the Fairy Tale Zine

Year of the Fairy Tale
Year of the Fairy Tale

Click here for Carla’s 2015 year long class

“Year of the Spark

It looks like fun.


Year of the Fairy Tale – Dance the Night Away

The last fairy tale The Twelve Brothers was too morbid for me too much pathos – but The Twelve Dancing Princesses is my kinda story!

The Twelve Princesses are 12 very sneaky princesses.  Every night they secretly leave their castle to dance to dawn until their shoes are worn out and then they sneak back to bed.  The only evidence every morning is a pile of their worn-through shoes . . . .

Mixed media, pastel and pencil, The 12 Dancing Princesses
Mixed media, pastel chalk and pencil, The 12 Dancing Sneaky Princesses
Pencil sketch

Pencil sketch of One Dancing Princess – won’t show her face

because she’s sneaky

Want to read the story?  Click HERE





The Frog Princess, A Fairy Poem

It’s a little known fact that not all frogs are princes in disguise . . . there are two genders, you know, one of which is the weaker sex.

The Frog Princess

by judy


There once was a Prince

With a perpetual wince

In his kingdom alone

No wife for his own.

He looked far and wide

For just the right bride

He sailed the seas

And if you please

Roamed over the land

for a princess’ hand

Not one maiden fit

DSCN5901I’m ready to quit

Many too greedy

Most too needy

A lot too tall

Some too small

None, not one, right at all”

The prince was bereft

The only place left

Was to take to the sky

Learn to fly

He was up for the ride

To find the right bride

“I’ll learn to fly”

he said with a sigh,

“Where I can spy

my princess from on high”

I must find a wife

To be in my life”


“I’m of delicate sorts

Need to change into shorts

So my legs can kick

Don’t want them to stick

And my knees are free

to fly higher, you see”

Just as he should

he ran fast as he could

landing in mud

With a resounding thud.

Jumping from trees

Catching his knees.

Try as he might

he couldn’t take flight.

Then spotting a cowDSCN5896

“She’ll surely know how

Take me up to the moon

It can’t be too soon!

Yes, a cow will do

Four legs to my two!!”

the Prince cried.

And the cow replied,

“I’ll try, if you will

foot all of the bill

Now with all your might

Hold on tight.

My tail! not my udder!”

She yelled with a shudder”

“How now

brown cow

Run faster please

I’m scrapping my knees!”


The prince cried

And the cow replied,

“Ok Prince, guess you’ve found

I’m better on ground

Where grass is green

That’s my scene,”

It’s just not my ilk

I’m going back to milk


The Prince spied a spider

who was an outsider.

“Spin me some webs

to attach to my legs

They’ll catch the breeze

when I bend my knees!”


the Prince cried.

And the spider replied

“I’ll spin if you will

foot all of the bill.

Take my web if you please

(To catch a breeze)

Wind ‘round your knees

attach to your tie

(take to the sky)

flap your legs to fly.”

Help! I’m dropping like lead

catching flies. . . . Instead!!”

the prince cried

as the spider replied,

“Have you lost your mind

My webs are fine!

Guaranteed not to tear

No matter where”

You’re no flyer I fear

just a prince, my dear

It’s just not your thing

To take to wing

Stop sticking around

stay on the ground”


The prince wasn’t mad

Just terribly sad

Sitting down to mope

He felt like a dope.

When lo! High up in the sky

a frog flying, No LIE!

Breaking the mold

With wings of gold

Froggie swoops down

wearing a crown.

A crown of red

perched on her head

The prince rubs his eyes

Looking up to the skies

An impossible sight

In a golden light.

“I can’t believe my eyes.

From out of the skies

I see a frog flying

without even trying!!”

the Prince cried

and the froggie replied,

“I heard you say

that you will pay.

I’ll fly you high if you will

foot all of the bill.

“Hop on my back,

I’ll cut you some slack

But don’t talkback.

I want no flack.”

So off they go

the Prince in tow

hanging on for dear life

looking for a wife.

What a wondrous sight

From this vantage of flight!

Still, all I can see

None suited for me

Many too greedy

Most too needy

Some too tall,

or much too small

None, not one, right at all”

Not one maiden fit

“I’m ready to quit,”

the Prince sighed,

as froggie replied

“You needn’t fear

Your bride will appear.

Your wish will take wing

IF you say the RIGHT thing.”


“Acbracadabra! cried the Prince

Making the flying frog wince

“Let there be light!”

Shouting with might

“No! No! that’s not right!


Bippity, Boppity, Boo?

1,2,3 Buckle my shoe?”


“Open sesame

Bring a bride to me!”


“Ok, let me focus . . .

Hocus pocus?”


“Free! no charge!

Small, medium or large”.


“I give up, let me go

much too taxing, you know”


“I’ve spent my life

Looking for a wife

On land, in the sea

Someone perfect for me”


“Now in the air.

“It’s just not fair

None fit to a tee

None suited for me

Many too greedy

Most too needy

Some too tall,

or much too small

None, not one, right at all

It’s an eye-opening site

From this vantage of flight

A perfect bride doesn’t exist

Once again, I’ve missed,”

the Prince sighed

and the froggie replied,

Perfect you’re not

YOU are lacking a lot

Can’t even fly

on your own in the sky.”


“You’re not very fair

for a prince with no hair

And It may be moot

But you’re short to boot.”


And the Prince sighed

as he replied,

“You’re right I fear

I’ve looked far and near

no matter if tall

or very small

Whether blue, red or green

Tall, wide or lean

Please stop my flight.

Maybe all are just right”

For a prince with no hair

I’ve not been fair.”

And lo the skies shook,

not by the book,

A sight to behold

Breaking the mold

comes a princess so fair

it’s hard not to stare

Shimmering green

A wondrous scene

A crown of red

perched on her head.

Hard to grasp

As the Prince gasped,

“From out of the blue?

Too good to be true!

No matter if tall

No matter at all!

No matter if green

You are my queen!!”

The Prince cried!

And the princess replied,

“Well! It’s taken awhile,”

she said with a smile.

And drops the prince,

with nary a wince,

face first in the mud

with a resounding THUD

The Prince spun his head

as the Princess said,

“Now know! When you take flight

morning, noon or night”,

She said with great mirth,

“I promise to bring you . . . back to earth”


At last he knew . . .

his wish came true . . .

P.S.  Stayed tuned for the rest of the illustrations.  They are drawn, not colored, and don’t show up very well.


Fairy Tale Quick Sketch Stick Figures

15  second haiku

It’s true so they say:

all art, reflection of self.

A bit concerning . . .

15 seconds, yes SECONDS) figure drawing from actual people

X-rated naked stick figures

X-rated naked stick figures

PG-rated stick figures

PG-rated, clothed stick figures

Action stars

Action stars

(Next Fairy Tale is the Princess and the Pea)

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Ossytrich

In sand
In sand

This is what it looks like after you pull your head out of the sand (her head is larger than normal because it absorbs ground moisture):


Remember the 100 flowers, of which I’ve not drawn all 100?  Well, you probably don’t, but I traced one of the “flowers” I drew for her feathers.

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Duckie-Swan takes a stroll

Amusing myself . . . again . . .

Step #5
I drained off the pond water so Duckie-Swan and her 3 ugly ducky-swanlings could dry off and take a stroll.DSCN5668


Year of the Fairy Tale – Swan Lake Yupoed

It’s Yupo Time.

This is a backwards post.

Step #4.  Decided to make a few scratchy pencil marks so that the ugly ducklings knew they belonged to their Ma.  Here’s what I ended up with – Ta DA!


Step #3.  Duckie-Swan and her ugly ducklings.  Fishies swam away.


Step #2.  Decided to add more critters and stuff cuz it was fun playing with the Yupo paper

DSCN5664Step #1  Loaded (that’s an arty expression, not an artist’s condition)  a brush with several different colors and smushed them on the Yupo paper.

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Yip Yippee Yupo


Experimenting with Yupo paper is part of this month’s assignment. Yupo is slick, non absorbent – kinda like photo-paper – and “not cheap”.

The water-color paint does strange and interesting things on the paper and most of it isn’t in your (read MY) control.

I started with the intention of doing flowers (from the 100 flowers we are to draw – I’ve not done 100 but am pooped out on flowers for the moment).

I “flung” water-color at the paper in a devil-may-care manner pretending it didn’t matter if I ruined a sheet of expensive paper . . .

The more I looked the weirder it got.  I saw all kinds of faces & critters in the strange shapes. So I emphasized the faces I saw with pencil and here is Yupo #1, my kind of fairy-garden . . . and I am, I swear, completely sober.

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Recipe for a Prince

1.  Take one frog


One Frog

2.  Place carefully in a container (does not need to be microwavable)


3.  Add water (does not have to be distilled)

DSCN55904.  Let steep for 72 hours before carefully removing from container


5.  Dry Prince off (prior to wedding).


Thanks Phylor for sending me my very own bottled Prince.! (beats internet dating)

Year of the Fairy Tale
Year of the Fairy Tale

The Year of the Fairy Tale – 68 fleurs, but who’s counting?

In my loooooooosening up efforts I’ve added 18 more fleurs to my botanical collection.  I’m trying to do them more quickly and not focus on doing them “just right” – but I notice I get tighter the more I draw. Herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre they are!

DSCN5588DSCN5586In case you’ve not noticed, we are encouraged to use flower images that are a bit non – traditional.

Several have asked what The Fairy Tale Assignment is for this month.  It’s French:  “Blondine, Bonne-Biche, and Beau-Minon”   I’d never heard of it so it’s a nice discovery.  It’s full of flora and fauna.  And that’s what we are drawing flora and fauna.

32 fleurs to go . . . but who’s counting . . .

Year of the Fairy Tale
Year of the Fairy Tale

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Holy Cow!

Who said a leopard can’t change its spots!!!!??????



Whoops . . . wrong mammal . . .

Talk about changing spots: I’m trying to loooooooosen my grip on the pencil a bit.  Find I’m concentrating too much and taking too much time trying to “get it right” and that’s NOT FUN, it’s work.  Moo cow was my first sacrifice to looooooosening up.  He doesn’t seem to care if he has spots or not.

The Year of the Fairy Tale X 100

Forty-one (41) “flowers”, only FIFTY-NINE (59) to go . . . 

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(can’t find the sheet with my first 13 – I swear! I swear! I SWEAR!  I DID DO 13 MORE “flowers”)

Year of the Fairy Tale – Freaky Froggie

Have looked at thousands (well, maybe not thousands, but a lot) of pictures of frogs.  This one absolutely is without parallel . . .

Toad grows spikey mustache to stab rivals for the ladies . . .

Spikey Moustached


I was so excited to learn that the toady’s skin expands and gets wrinkly to absorb more moisture. I feel much better knowing that my wrinkles are keeping me moisturized.

There’s more pictures of him, click HERE

Here’s another froggie – She had her mustache lasered off.  She can afford it because she’s a princess.


Chalk pastels with collage arrow

Year of the Fairy Tale
Year of the Fairy Tale

The Year of the Fairy Tale, character study – mine and theirs


Froggie turns into Princess and The Prince

The Froggie/Princess says to the Prince:

“Perfect you’re not

You’re lacking a lot

Can’t even fly

On your own in the sky.”

“You’re not very fair

For a prince with no hair

And it may be moot

But you’re short to boot”

These will probably be the characters in my fairy-pome because I’m LOOSING PATIENCE . . . not that I had much to loose . . . trying to find JUST The RIGHT characters.

Year of the Fairy Tale
Year of the Fairy Tale

The Year of the Fairy Tale – Princely attire, the long & short of it

Excerpt from my Fairy-Pome (as yet unnamed)

“I’ll learn to fly”

he said with a sigh,

“Where I can spy

A wife from on high”


“It looks like fun

Just not too close to the sun

I must find a wife

To be in my life”


“I’m of delicate sorts

Need to change into shorts

So my legs can kick

And not stick

And my toes are free

to fly higher, you see”


Experimenting with the prince.  He’s a bit too cartoonish . . .  

. . . but then again so is my fairy-pome.