31 Nightmares 2018: The 1st

It’s been three years now since we first began this series. Now, becoming a sort of tradition backed by horror-loving demand,

31 Nightmares

has returned.


When we first started this madness in 2015, we did so in tribute to man whose life has touched so many in their respective fields. That man is Mr. Wes Craven, and you can read about how this series got its start here. Since then, it has grown into much more—a gathering of us horror heads, if you will.

For now, my Snapping Turtle family would simply like to welcome you here. Don’t forget! CardCastles Terms apply here during this event as well as across all social media accounts. We’ve got some guests coming up while we waltz through each day and night. Please be kind. We don’t want to have to feed you to our guards.

Love,

Daydreams


If you are into the world of special effects like we are here at home, there is someone I highly recommend following that we haven’t mentioned before.

His name is Kevin Yagher

and his Instagram account can be found below.

https://www.instagram.com/yagherfx/

I had already been familiar with Kevin’s work from hearing his name floated around horror circles. What I didn’t know was the sheer number of things Mr. Yagher has worked on. If you do a little digging, you’ll find out this man’s trail of past work is seriously impressive.

One of the highlights worth mentioning is recently Kevin started selling some of his work as well:

How cool is that?


This has been Day 1

of

31 Nightmares 2016: The 3rd

You cannot tell the story of “Daydreams” without mentioning “Nightmares” and vice/versa.

I’ve teased at the thought of Nightmares before but I never once got into her story or how she came about.

Last year during the first 31 Nightmares in 2015, I shared a very personal custom work that had quite an eerie story attached. That nightmare can be found here in 31 Nightmares (2015): The 4th.

Her

Those nightmares haunted me for a long time due to an actual strange event. A relative used to live in a small one bedroom apartment before having children. One of the most charming traits of the humble space was a very large bathroom with mirrors on each wall.

Now, if you’ve ever placed two mirrors parallel to each other, you’d know it creates this sort of dizzying optical illusion of infinite copies of the reflection. One afternoon, when I was there, I stopped as if something told me to. What I saw about seven or eight reflections down the row still haunts me. This inspired The Tale of Two Mirrors.

It was me, but not me, and it moved differently than the others, if only for a short moment in time. Perhaps it was a daydream, something I’ve often done, and half of the reason this nickname came about. Maybe it was a delusion, a hallucination and the early onset of what later would show up in my young adulthood. Though it is possible something paranormal took place, a waking dream of sorts.

Whatever the case was she inspired a character, and that drawing, made from my own silhouette.

Nightmarish Sounds

Upon giving you a peek into my world last year in Cards on the Table you first heard this next track.

When telling the story of Nightmares, one couldn’t help but think there needed to be a certain “mood music” to it. I wanted it to feel like something you’d hear in a horror movie. So I messed around with different instruments and pitch until we got just the right sound that would make your spine slither.

This dark ambient track has become one of the most listened to.

This has been Day 3 of

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Sleepy Sundays: Coping

This Sunday I’m going to switch things up a bit since a main part of my work space is absent.

My laptop died/went quietly over the last week and I can’t put out any new art without my art software.  So, things around here will change a bit but I’ll save the rest of that for an uncoming update.

Since a lot of the people I love in my life, mostly close friends, have all been dealing with some form of loss—

I became inspired by them.

 

One lost a husband, another her true love, another a mother, another a brother, another, her father.

What I’ve taken from sudden loss of people we love is that somehow, someway eventually we find an inner strength to cope.

It’s like some strange inner force although only a small wave at first, pushes us along the way and tells us to keep going. Perhaps it has to do with the loved one themself, because we know in our hearts it may very well be what they wanted.

Those thoughts inspired this song. We’ll just count it as my art for today until I get all that back up & running again.

Has a friend recently inspired you? 

Have a peaceful Sunday!

Summer Nights (Roadside Wildflowers)

For your visual pleasure, a little daydream about summer nights. This was another side project messing around with music. I’ve needed those skills lately since behind the scenes I’ve been digging into indie film collaborations. Who knows what the coming months will hold.

Summer Nights (Roadside Wildflowers) by Daydreams

—all I know is these were fun to record and I hope you enjoy them.

Audio version on SoundCloud

 

Wishing you all a relaxing summer season!

Sleepy Sundays: Early to Rise

Early to Rise
Early to Rise

Behind the scenes, art has become a full-time endeavor. Could I be leaping into the fire? This all feels so creepy and new—and yet shockingly satisfying.

Sometimes I stress over if I’ve made a move too soon or too late. (That’s how I came up with the title for this little funky flower.) Sometimes I stress about any move at all. This is one of the many struggles of living with PTSD, but we’ll touch on that another time. (Or perhaps, another place all-together.)

For now I’d just like to take in this new light along with the new day.


It’s been a while since I posted some music to go along with my art. Today, I have a special treat. Although short, this track can be looped to create ambient sound. This was all produced and recorded exclusively for Snapping Turtle’s one year anniversary. I think it fits perfectly with this scene on display.

Do you like ambient music? Are you a worrier? Do my strange “otherworlds” put you at ease?