There hasn’t been a piece this abstract in my folders for quite some time. Yes, I dive into the surreal quite often, but this one is different. I’m actually planning on saving this one for a client as a basis for future endeavors in the sci-fi genre.
What makes it so unique to my collections though is the inspiration. The other night I had a very strange, and wildly interesting dream. Observing my surroundings, it appeared I was in some other space and time completely. The entire experience was astounding really. I woke up in awe trying to analyze everything before life slapped me back into reality.
Maybe it’s the process of moving driving me mildly insane. Or just may-be…something else.
There’s some floral sets I’m going to be rolling out through this spring. Today though, I’ve decided to share something different. This animation is from a past project I recently scrapped at the top of this year. Even though the project itself has been trashed, I decided to keep some of my transitions, designs, and animations to use on other projects.
This happens to be one of those animations. It marked the arrival of a character in the story’s plot. Something told me that today would be a good day to share it.
Have you ever tossed something into the fire only to go back and grab it before it turns to ash?
This year during my work with DJ Matticus & Revis Edgewater I’ve gotten a new perspective on elliptical designs and spheres of all sorts, it’s no wonder I started dreaming of black holes. Our work together on sci-fi and fantasy novels this year also ended up in this year’s #31Nightmares, as one of my concept sketches that was an early design for an upcoming fantasy novel, was also something I dreamt about, an endless void, an imploded star, a strange region in space. It was beautiful but terrifying in my nightmares.
This has been Day 20
This concludes our week diving into the surreal side of horror.
Stay tuned as we make room for our guests to arrive
Tonight we continue our journey down the surreal horror path with some more of my early concept pieces done this year. This one was based off of a nightmare where this inky apparition showed up in a crystal ball, only to be seen face to face later in the dream.
She’s yet another that’s inspired more than one piece of art.
Today we are heading directly up my alley toward the genre of psychological horror. To say I’ve been a fan of this vast sub-genre of horror would be a drastic understatement. It’s fueled my passion like not much else in life. I took up writing at an early age because of it, and later, my artwork in the genre helped cement a career for me.
Poltergeist (1982) was one of the movies that, at a young age, got the wheels turning. The blaring visuals were like nothing I had seen before. I used to gravitate more toward movies like this after, and still to this day. I owe this passion to men like Tobe Hooper, and many others that helped style this type of horror.
Psychological horror has had a way of seeping into my veins. Growing up, I was often consumed by something belonging to Stephen King, or Dean Koontz. I’m still fascinated by both of them, along with David Lynch and a few others.
When I became friends with Grayson Queen, this was our favorite conversation.
“What makes you scared?”
“What makes the human brain tick?”
“What turns on the fear-receptor?”
—and so on, and so forth.
There is a glaring space with some of these men gone.
This animation is the visual representation of a fascinating nightmare had long ago. The lights did not frighten me. I only refer to it as a nightmare due to the people in it that were chasing me. The lights showed up at the right time, allowing me to escape.
One of the most terrifying events that could happen during a nightmare is losing one of your senses. This nightmare at hand was brought about by just that.
I once had a series of nightmares that lasted about 2 weeks. In the beginning I had lost most of my sight and had to rely on my other sense to get around. This design was fully inspired by their memory.
“It must have been love, but it’s over now.” – Roxette
Sometimes an overflowing of hate can make a person like me shut completely down. The shards from words that cut can fly through the room. When you’re not looking, sometimes those airborne pieces of glass can pierce straight into the heart.
You may notice it got quiet. You may not.
What happens when even the people who fight for good are tired and weary?
“This is no terror ground, or place for the rage.” – A Strange Kind of Love by Peter Murphy
My recent break from social media left a few of my friends questioning if I was alright. (Don’t worry, I’ll be back by Friday morning. I know a few days in *internet time* adds to about a year or something in reality.) I had to unplug for my sanity.
With all of the racial tensions, gun debates, political arguing, and just good ol’ fashioned hate going on, my brain simply shut down. I’ve been through this before.