Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Friday, November 21, 2014
From the Archives: Hooded Figure
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Featured Creature: Scene at the Shores
Ron shifted in his seat and took a large bite of his cinnamon pastry. The Quis Terra cafe was in full morning rush. A line of customers ran from the cash register to the door and most of the seats were occupied. He took several sips of his fresh latte. The morning had been chilly and he enjoyed the warmth in his mouth. He heard someone talking loudly when the door to the cafe opened.
Outside, a homeless man was confronting a large woman in dark green dress. He had been peripherally aware of the the vagrant pacing outside when he was standing in line earlier. Ron had overheard another customer complain and Frank, the manager, said that he had called the police.
The woman glared at the transient and moved around the him to enter the cafe. The cars in the street beyond them blurred in a haze of movement. With an urgent shift, the vagrant turned and disappeared past the edge of the front window, ostensibly chasing after another victim to harass.
Ron finished the last of his pastry and disposed of his napkin. The woman in the green dress was complaining to the cashier and pointing towards the front of the store. The cashier was nodding apologetically.
"At least something is being done," Ron thought. He grabbed his briefcase and latte and moved to door, waving to Frank as he left. When he exited the shoppe, Ron could see no sign of the vagrant. He sighed with comfort and moved down the sidewalk towards the subway entrance. As he passed the alleyway between him and the entrance, the dirty man rushed from the shadows of the alley at him. His coffee slid out of his grip and twirled once in the air before splattering on the sidewalk.
Outside, a homeless man was confronting a large woman in dark green dress. He had been peripherally aware of the the vagrant pacing outside when he was standing in line earlier. Ron had overheard another customer complain and Frank, the manager, said that he had called the police.
The woman glared at the transient and moved around the him to enter the cafe. The cars in the street beyond them blurred in a haze of movement. With an urgent shift, the vagrant turned and disappeared past the edge of the front window, ostensibly chasing after another victim to harass.
Ron finished the last of his pastry and disposed of his napkin. The woman in the green dress was complaining to the cashier and pointing towards the front of the store. The cashier was nodding apologetically.
"At least something is being done," Ron thought. He grabbed his briefcase and latte and moved to door, waving to Frank as he left. When he exited the shoppe, Ron could see no sign of the vagrant. He sighed with comfort and moved down the sidewalk towards the subway entrance. As he passed the alleyway between him and the entrance, the dirty man rushed from the shadows of the alley at him. His coffee slid out of his grip and twirled once in the air before splattering on the sidewalk.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
From the Archives: Flower of Sorrow
{Created in Adobe Photoshop}
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
Featured Creature: Worm
"It moved through water like a bullet. That horrible maw opened up like a balloon and I knew that the man who had fallen overboard was lost. I couldn't see that it even had a mouth until it ate him. I watched the thing swallow him in two even gulps.
In the moonlight, we could see the black waters were becoming full of the things. Their white shapes darted about just beneath the surface. If I didn't know better I'd say they were glowing. There were so many of the things moving about underneath, the boat started to rock. When they started hitting the underside of the boat we didn't waste any time. We cut our nets loose and turned the boat toward land. The Captain ran the engines as hard as he could without burning them out.
In the moonlight, we could see the black waters were becoming full of the things. Their white shapes darted about just beneath the surface. If I didn't know better I'd say they were glowing. There were so many of the things moving about underneath, the boat started to rock. When they started hitting the underside of the boat we didn't waste any time. We cut our nets loose and turned the boat toward land. The Captain ran the engines as hard as he could without burning them out.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Featured Creature: The Wound
I'm not completely back on track yet with the Skin Crawling Comics coloring I've been doing for the Serpentine Cure and everything else that's happened since July first. Regrettably this means the Featured Creature is still on hold for awhile longer. However, I didn't want to let August pass without getting at least one creature in the mix. I apologize for the absence of any creepy fiction to go with this piece. Maybe something will come out later. I could certainly see this thing showing up in The Devil's Square.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
From the Archives: Devestation
Here we have the dying embers of a vast destructive blaze. This piece was painted during a daunting time when I felt my creativity was dwindling towards permanent extinction. I'm happy to be writing this post and for my creativity to still be burning. I have felt this way again very recently, but the universe, just this past week, gave me back my hope. :-)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Loss of The Way Secrets Burn
{Acrylic on Masonite.}
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