Remember when you were a kid, and you pretended you were on a rocket ship or airplane as you tried to swing higher and higher? That’s the feeling I’m going for with this. Whether or not I’ve achieved it is up to you, as that is the purpose of art. It’s a fantasy piece, to end a not so great year and bring in a new one full of hope, happiness, and dreams. I could explain the piece but I’m hoping you get it without that bit of tediousness. Happy New Year.
There’s a movie reference in this one. John Carpenter made one of the quintessential horror movies in 1982, the Thing, with Kurt ‘Call me Snake’ Russell. In 2011 a prequel was made, starring Mary Elizabeth Winstead (sigh, heart). She survived the movie but we don’t really know if she was infected (aka the thing) or not. The dog that runs out of the Norwegian camp of the 2011 film towards the American camp of the 1982 err sequel is definitely infected. So I was like, “what if she was the alien and met back up with the other aliens at camp?” So, at heart it’s a girl and a dog happily reunited.
For those that are, like, “what’s up with this dude and horror?” I’m working through a thing. It’s called 2020.
In all of humankind’s explorations and raging against the borders of the unknown, there has been one thing it has never been able able to resist – the selfie. From the first transistors that allowed us to capture our location for our aggrandizement on social media, it has also been our downfall. Many have gone over cliffs, bridges, retaining walls, and railings in pursuit of the ultimate presentation of self. But no one has gone as far as that person in 2162, who, after calculating the risks and minimizing the egregious lapse in judgement, took a deep breath, uncoupled their helmet, and took the ultimate selfie. The death report listed the cause as ‘suspicious’ but ‘definitely not a problem with the helmet locking mechanism.’
Note, I’m not impugning the ladies with this image, it could just as easily be a man, and more than likely would be. I just find women to be easier on the eyes as far as art is concerned.
This is a doodle playing on the question “what if our universe were just an atom in a bigger thing, like a sewage pipe?” – it would explain a lot 🙂 I took some previously used elements and combined them in a different way, so, yeah. The gardener, an Android whose head provides life for the fruits of her garden, tends the various seeds of life in her garden. Space within space I guess is the theme.
No doubt this may be labeled NSFW, until I tell the censors that it’s art. This is about #depression – that black hound which haunts so many, including myself, and the tools one uses to breathe. It’s a self portrait, really, in all of its ingloriousness & probably an attempt to disavow any notions that anyone may have about my physical nature. The toll of half-a-Century on this mortal coil expressed in its full regalia, consumed by poor decisions, imperfections magnified by the waters of the disease, and the reaching for a cure that will never come. There’s more, but why be wordy?
Challenges were many in the creation of this artwork. Underwater is one of the hardest things to replicate in the constraints of my current software. So the ice is reskinned rocks, the bubbles are reskinned and modified confetti, and the splash is a raindrop, magnified 500 times, modded and reskinned in glass settings.
“Edward was thirty-eight when he met Asenath Waite. She was, I judge, about twenty-three at the time; and was taking a special course in mediaeval metaphysics at Miskatonic. The daughter of a friend of mine had met her before—in the Hall School at Kingsport—and had been inclined to shun her because of her odd reputation. She was dark, smallish, and very good-looking except for overprotuberant eyes; but something in her expression alienated extremely sensitive people. It was, however, largely her origin and conversation which caused average folk to avoid her.”
From “The Thing on the Doorstep” by H.P. Lovecraft.
I was listening to the story on Spotify and decided to do a rendition of her. Ia!! And all that rot.
Deep in the depths of the dark house a change it coming. She didn’t master it the first time, yet through practice she has gotten the conjugation of the elder god conjuration to work perfectly. Suddenly, a noise and she notices the viewer looking at her.
I’m working through some disappointment today. I reloaded my operation system recently and thought I had saved everything. To my horror, I realized, the location where the years of digital art creation files have been saved, was not offloaded (it was buried deep in the program structure), and so everything I’ve created, all these worlds are no longer living, no longer able to be viewed and modified. In effect, they have become memories, like photos, frozen in time.
But on a positive note, I’m really getting into Space music, like ambient soundscapes, Lauge, Stellardrone, Applefish, et al. It kind of helps with the creation process.
Paint for your era, they say, and don’t take the excuse that ours is an era of decline. Not a top-hat to be seen anywhere. so I’m painting for my era, digitally, because digital artists are still artists.
But enough foreplay, this is a portrait of our generation. Each element is carefully chosen.
“How do you know if a sniper likes you?” The bored soldier asks his comrade. “I don’t know,” the other said, throwing stones at an empty can near the position they’re guarding. On his third stone, he notices the dust from the convoy coming up the road. Tapping his buddy, they both begin getting ready for the arrival of the general. “Okay, how?” Straightening his collar, the first guard says “She misses.” They both laugh as the convoy comes to a stop near the position.
For generations they had hunted and exterminated them, through violence or chemical warfare. Violently, they had oppressed those who, at their core, merely wanted to see their children grow up in peace and darkness. But they had risen up, evolved technology to fight the giants. There would be no quarter, the giants would be treated as they had since the two species first met. It was time for revolution.
This kind of evolved from a #face study that I started last week then #artist #block hit me hard. It materialized out of six or seven redo’s. #superhero #digital #art
For the seven people that follow my #art I’ve only been able to produce one #artwork in the last week (shown). I’m stuck on the same #theme – I hope you stick around until the #block has lifted. 🙏🙏
