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The Morning Star

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“Her reputation preceded her, judging by the gasps of the people on the way to the castle. She was synonymous with evil, and had adopted the nickname of the light bringer, Lucifer. There was irony in that it was the same as the weapon she used to dispatch justice on those who had wronged her as she made her way back to the root of the problem. As she crested the hill, the familiar ramparts greeted her, and she smiled, in her unsmiling way, a most wicked smile; for she was home.”

Some hot off the render digital art I ginned up over the last couple days (and a backstory). The castle you can barely see in her eyes, which were the focus of all of this. Actually, it was reflections therein I was working on.

The Quiet Hours

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I didn’t want today to go by without doing a doodle, so here you go. Technically mixed media in layers. Acrylic, water color, stencils, and a dash of magic. Better viewed on a bigger monitor, I can barely see the trees on my phone. But then, it’s a doodle, there’s more room for imperfections.

Happy Reunion

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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.

Asenath Waite

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“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.

Draw

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Thomasin challenges Black Phillip to a game of #chess instead of signing his book. Neither win.

I guess it’s #fanart – @anyataylorjoy is in my top 5 actresses, mostly because of the #witch but also because the of quirky personality nuances beyond the beauty she brings to the The Queens Gambit

Eh, what else can I tell you about the process? Oh, this wasn’t a skin job (import a photo of a person and #render it to a model), it was actually a couple hours of staring at different photos and tweaking features (all 250 of them on the face) last night to get it right (just like old school #portrait #artists did). Of course, since I’ve never been good at realism, even with a brush, I couldn’t quite capture her. Mama Nature is definitely the best artist.

Black Phillip? I read an article where the director said Phil had the coolest garb when in human form, but the lighting in the movie (or lack of it) prevented the audience from seeing it. There are no pictures on the web of what he wore, and I also suck at modeling goats, so I improvised.

Haven’t seen the movie? Oh, here’s the trailer (or search for The Witch on YouTube – I wouldn’t click on just any link either (Cybersecurity plug):

https://youtu.be/iQXmlf3Sefg

#art #popculture #new

“Wait! What’s wrong with your eyes?”

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TJ and Jimmy had been cruising all night looking for the means to their next high. As they crossed Southside and Lewis, into a dangerous area commonly referred to as the ‘hunting grounds’, due to the immense levels of crime in the area, they suddenly saw her. The snow-bunny, as they called white girls, was walking alone. “She stupid,” Jimmy said, grabbing the gun and jumping out of the still moving car. “Yo baby, hold-up,” he said closing the distance. She stopped, the still of the grave in the air around her. “Alright, give me your stuff and… Wait! What’s wrong with your eyes?” She smiled, it would be an easy meal tonight. #new #digital #artwork #everyday #modern #life with #vampires and #hoodlums

You, for the Long Night

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I was inspired to do this by a lyric (e.g. the title) in a Russian song by Miata I was listening to as I stared at a blank canvas. A #vampire (she has fangs but her mouth open made her look odd) has been spending the small hours enjoying #nature with her Rook before the #sunrise – #art #digital #painting #october #halloween #gothic

“Let Us Play“

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Gracefully, like a cat after it’s prey, she glided about the darkened rooms. She could hear the beating of his heart and smell the richness of his blood; she knew exactly where he was hiding. As she walked around the ancient, magnificently carved dining table, she smiled. “There you are, Father,” she said gently, “Don’t fret, your friend were quite the feast and I honestly couldn’t drink another drop.” He was fervently muttering the Vade retro satana sweat pouring from his brow. “Come now,” she cajoled “We all know your faith in the cross is not that strong, you’re a man, after all.” She looked towards the window, the last rays of the sun were setting on the day. “We’ve all night together, so, as they say in your canon, ‘Let us play’,” adding subconsciously, “with our food.”

I like creating the story, then the visual representation of it. It’s not a form of art per se, combining writing with art, but it passes the time.