She has braved the passing centuries from her imprisonment in Csejte. She’s older, wiser, and far, far more dangerous.
I really don’t have anything artsy or insightful to say. I just wanted to create something with the single source strong light, and am ambient light, which was used a lot in Dutch / Northern Renaissance paintings. She’s bloody, she could use a shower, but she’s survived. Here’s the close-in.
So the Friday the 13th series of movies began with a mom mad at counselors for letting her child drown, wanting to prevent this from happening to other children, and going all murder hobo as a result. Since then, the series has been focused on Jason and the creative ways people shuffle off this mortalContinue reading “Horror Equality”
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,Continue reading “A Vespertilian Thing”
The Bluebell is a tree that blooms only once in a 1000 years, it’s bioluminescent flowers both fragrant and beautiful. The sentient tree is shy, however, and pulls its azure petals in tightly when gazed upon, so one must trick it by using a mirror or camera to view it.
Can art still shock and offend? Can it still cause questions to be asked? Can it drive a conversation? In today’s digital artwork, which for some reason just finished a four-hour rendering (maybe the rig was offended), I explore the dark side of the Romanticism movement. I’ve drawn on David Caspar Friedrich, who IMHO isContinue reading “Postpartum”
The battlefield, you hate it, yet it’s your job to go. Souls need the guidance to the afterlife. They cry for their mothers, their God, even though if you’d ask them before coming, they were adamantly atheist, but as soon as you arrive, they plead for you to free them from their destroyed bodies. ForContinue reading “Take Me in Your Arms, It’s alright.”
Yesterday I created a piece called “Breakfast at Pharaohs,” you may not remember it. In a nutshell, the Queen took power from the Pharaoh via assassination and posed a-la Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. In today’s artwork, like a ghost-pepper omelette coming back to haunt later in the day, Pharaoh gets his revenge. Today’sContinue reading “Breakfast at Pharaohs Revenge”
This is a painting about wasting time with the wrong person over 18 years and realizing at the end of it all that there’s no chance to find that one true love – she’s a ghost, gone in the corridors of time – the chance has passed, everyone’s jaded, you’ve more memories buried than prospectsContinue reading “Regret”