Of all the terrifying movies and artwork I’ve seen about dolls, and more specifically, disfigured dolls, it’s no wonder I’ve had nightmares about them.
If you’ve been reading at CardCastles for a while, then you’ve no doubt heard about my fear of dolls.
Late last year after a few nights of flu-like symptoms and feeling wiped out, my body finally gave out. I slept for 10 hours, out cold. I woke up sweating like a tupperware container. My feverish brain thought it would be funny to turn me into one of those things in my sleep. I created sketches for those mental images not long after.
The result is this dead-looking cutie up there. (I know, I know. Throw me a bone.)
The last few days have been of the strange sort. One of the perks of doing what I do is I get to work all of that madness into my art. Two nights ago, Nightmare On Elm Street 3 came on TV, it being the Halloween season and all. I was reminded of why I started 31 Nightmares to begin with. I’m paying tribute to a man that has influenced my life and love of horror in such a titanic way.
The subtitle for that movie is The Dream Warriors. When we first moved into this apartment, that’s what we named our WiFi. People in our building still ask about that. It still has that name to this day. So I got to thinking, about exactly how much this man has meant and still means to me. I sketched away while I thought and this character started to form. The experience was almost trance-like. This is not the first piece in my arsenal where I felt like I channeled someone or something. In fact, you may remember the last timeI described having this feeling.
Whatever the force behind it, mind or matter, I’m proud to add this to the collection.
Have you ever had a nightmare you were worried you wouldn’t awaken from? This piece of the series was taken from an old nightmare that has often been a conversation amongst friends. You know the ones I speak of. The nightmares you wake up in a cold sweat from; panting and terrified out of your mind.
The labyrinth is an old place that still comes up in my nightmares every once in a while. It’s a dank, drippy, cellar/industrial building-looking kind of place. In one of the nightmares, I met a woman my age who was trapped there too. She was crying and I helped her escape, and then I was severely injured by the entities that dwelled there. I never made it out. I only woke up screaming at the moment in the dream where I was almost killed.
I later turned it into a short story, and now, this artwork.