Today at the Washington Midsummer Faire, I completed a painting titled “Spice Conspiracy.” The piece captures a mysterious gathering of crows and a curious cat, set against the backdrop of a large pumpkin. The dark, moody colors and sharp contrasts hint at a secretive plot, while the small bucket labeled “Spice” adds an element of intrigue. The expressive eyes of the animals suggest they know something we don’t, drawing the viewer into a world where even nature conspires.
Putting a horrific spin on the term. She’s alone at home, a Romerothon is streaming on TV, but little does she know that the zombie apocalypse has begun and she left her door unlocked.
I was lying on the battlefield, life slowly bleeding out. The sounds of battle faded to the moans of the dying with a chorus of vultures in the background. As the sun set on what was surely my last day in this world, and the cold damp of night settled in my bones, she came … Read more
It was the first time using that Romanian dating app, so I thought I’d do it up and go to the nines. Everything was going well until she ordered her steak mooing. I mean, medium rare is cool and anything more is an affront to the meat. So, when I questioned “tartar?” and she plus … Read more
Even monsters have their down days, so sometimes it’s nice to just kick back in the tub with your rubber-ducky, some bath salts, and some candles.
She was no Mary Poppins. You felt it right away, there was something off about her, her elegance, how she smiled eerily at your vampire stuffed animal, ironically above you now – “Hold on,” your subconscious screams, “I’m not even old enough to know what irony is!” You begged them to hire anyone but her, but your mum and dad needed an overnight nanny, and they fell for that Sesame Street accent. “Oh, how cutely foreign,” your mom giggled, “privileged wankers!” Your subconscious meekly raises its hand, but you cut it off. “I know!,” you hiss curtly under your breath. Now, In the dark of it all, you’re paying the price. Plus side? Live forever. Negatives? They don’t make sunblock strong enough for what you’ll become. It’s enough to drive one batty!
When your doll points to something behind you, be very, very afraid. Inspired of course by horror movies en Español. I may take a break. I feel like I’m repeating myself with modern angst. As much as I’ve prodded the bounds of the supernatural I’ve never seen it’s presence, which is kind of a shame; I’d like to believe. Anywho, there’s not really a niche for this kind of art anyway, so maybe a break is in order.
They don’t exist, she giggled, telling her friend of the #ritual she had performed the night before. Then, she looked in her #coffee and saw the reflection… #art #digital #horror #october #halloween
UnDental – based on a thought I had staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night. “What happens if a #vampire gets a toothache? Do #dentists dread night shifts? It’s much safer to put them under for #dental work. #halloween #toothy #gothic #digitalart #ordinary #horrorart
The last 24 hours #artwork is done #rendering – I like this one because it reminds me of a #vampire in a movie. Plus, I was able to show her #fangs without her looking silly. #digitalart for #october and #halloween
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
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.