Sunday, 16 May 2021

Haunted Mind

There's an unnerving beauty in the stark simplicity of Monochromix's style, as though the artist is unsure how much to reveal of the ghost in the machine.


But whose mind is haunted? Mine? Or the machine's?

 

"Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."

Tuesday, 11 May 2021

Mari Jabberwendigo

I had just done this Wendigo drawing (someday I will capture the exact image I have in my head!):

and one of my friends requested a painting of Mari Lwyd. 

Then someone else requested Jabberwocky:




Thursday, 6 May 2021

The Golden Gate

It stared at me, watched me. SAW me. I closed the browser window, tried to forget it. Impossible. Compelled, I returned. I boldly met its golden gaze, determined to resist its pull. But it had already imprinted itself on my haunted mind. I could see clearly where it would hang, casting its digital gaze over the room, finding me, always finding me I could not look away. I cannot look away.