This weekend we are wrapping up our journey into the surreal. We’ve traveled along many roads of tribute, and the unexplored. We’ve nodded towards the greats while highlighting the up-&-comers. This coming week we’ll be celebrating the last bits of our event in a sort of horror stew. We look forward to doing it all with you.
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.)