Some commissions come with a story, but Meth Jesus came with a myth. A reenactment group, JR/IR-459 — equal parts World War One history buffs and long-lunch legends—frequented a no-name café somewhere on the edge of Pennsylvania obscurity. Above the counter, watching over greasy burgers and chipped mugs of coffee, was a portrait of Jesus. … Read more
The moon is out. the Autumn winds whisper through the trees as most of the world is asleep in their beds. But in the wilds a celebration of the Moon, of Máni, the moon personified in Germanic Mythology, is underway around a small fire. His priestess is free of earthly woes as she crafts her … Read more
What if angels don’t give a damn about us? What if we’re trying to be good for a god for whom we are no better than ants? What if we’re condemned to our fate by our imperfect nature? What if this is god’s greatest irony, a creation followed by casting off, like an artist doing … Read more
The moon is out. the Autumn winds whisper through the trees as most of the world is asleep in their beds. But in the wilds a celebration of the Moon, of Máni, the moon personified in Germanic Mythology, is underway around a small fire. His priestess is free of earthly woes as she crafts her … Read more
She is back, rejected from Ginen, the abode of spirits, and seeking the return of her Govi, which, in Vodou, is a a ceremonial object used in the ritual reclaiming of the immortal aspect of a human spirit (gwobonanj) after death. She has been wronged, neglected by the living, for it is one year and … Read more
Simple elements, was really just playing with light and camera angles. She pretty much speaks for herself, evoking themes of religion played out in Renaissance art but with a digital and more realistic bend.
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
What’s it about? Err, I don’t know. I may be a bit tipsy with creating this artwork – I do know that I started out with the idea of using the human body as a frame for what’s in the picture, so, goal achieved. She’s a regal woman constrained by the borders of the art, but she has power, as reflected in the claws on her tattoo – this won’t make sense in the morning, but who she is at night, with the moon behind her is not the limit of her power.
It’s the Vietnam War, but with magic! As someone who has studied Vietnamese (Hanoi dialect), one of the cool cultural components that comes along with the language is that the Vietnamese believe in ghosts of ancestors wandering around in the jungle – and, if you extrapolate this to the rich Asian lexicon of mythology (Hint, China mythology is way cooler than European folktales, watch the fantasy movies they are making), then something like this artwork falls within the realm of possibilities.
I put this together over a longer period of time than normal as I’m slammed at my day job, but managed to finish it up late last night.
A reoccurring theme in my #artwork is temptation. This is a combination of a pose I saw in passing and one of my favorite movies, the #witch so I #created a take on the #temptation by #blackphillip – post rendering it was pixelated due to the the #lowlight and it was #dark so I had to boost it using the phone. Hopefully it doesn’t take anything away, Phil was supposed to be barely visible. Anywho, #art #digital #portrait #good v #evil
“The Calm Before the Heresy.” 18×24 #acrylic #painting on #canvas. $300 if interested, which is, mmm, $0.70 per square inch, plus $20 shipping CONUS. That’s a great deal. Prices are sure to shoot up the moment I’m discovered 🙂
I had the idea a couple weeks back, but it really wanted out of my head today. It’s part of my ramp up to #Halloween, the season of #magic – where the boundaries between our world and the #supernatural are at their weakest.
The setting is #Colonial #America, or Europe, suit yourself (as Marty Feldman used to say). A man, walking through the woods, comes upon a scene of #occult #witchcraft, or worship as the old religions call it. You get the rest, burnings, hangings, people succumbing to their basest instincts.
“Everyone knew the war would one day end. It had raged for eons since Lucifer decided he would rather own his house than pay rent. The sides of light and darkness had fought themselves to a standstill. “If only God’s pets could see the ethereal ruin that lay in between their Starbucks and obsession with the Kardashians,” most angels mused to themselves as the conflict went on.
What no one expected, was for the war to end today. No one foresaw that the strongest of the Angels would exercise her free will, just as Lucifer had at the beginning of time. She had grown weary of the routine, the constant pressure of vigilance, of maintaining the balance, and had decided to do something about it. She would become what God loved most – human.
As her wings relented under the blade, tremors shook the ethereal, summoning Lucifer to her side. He loved her, this angel, his greatest threat. He had held her in greater esteem than those braggarts Michael and Gabriel. She, who had fought him to an aeons-long standstill, had earned his respect, and worse, corrupted the purity of his hate with love, however selfish.
She had chosen to become mortal, a contemptible, imperfect, creature that had what all angels desired. Now, the balance had shifted. He had loathed the favorites of God, he had achieved self-actualization through his torment of them – and now she was one of them! Could he go on destroying them? His heart sank at the only conclusion he could reach. The war was over.”