All I see is ºДº and a match and it's terrifying! D:

*scratches head* It's different, but you'll have to forgive me. I'm going to try to make more of these. They're... attempts to recapture the things I've seen in the grip of hallucinatory schizophrenic fugues. Most of my art is happy silly bouncy things to help me forget about them, but I figure it might be about time I tried the other end of it.

Oh dang. I didn't know it ran that deep.

Sometimes I wonder if Lovecraft wasn't like me, in that regard. He wasn't a very good writer, but it sort of felt like the whole thing was just a release for things he couldn't begin to describe. Like he just sort of had to, you know?

Wait, he wasn't a good writer?

I find his works to be an excellent read.

Ehhhh, it's not that his stories were bad, he just didn't have the best execution, you know? Pacing was really not in him. The consensus among myself and other casual readers is largely that if you're not absolutely thrilled with his concepts to begin with, there's nothing really there for you.

True. His stories can grind to a near halt at times so he can explain the entire environment in mind-bending detail, but that's one quality I enjoy about his stuff.

True dat.

we all hide away and ignore the demons in the corner... acting as though they don't exist, day in day out, we hide our fear, our distrust, our hatred... all the while the demon feeds, growing fat...
to confront it is foolish, but it must be done, lest the demon devour you as well...

i keep this passage, written at 4:32AM 3 years ago, i framed it... i have no memory of anything having to do with it, according to my friends i woke up broke a wall and ripped a paper from my sketchpad and jotted it down... it's not that great but it's my reminder to stay in control of my own demons...

sometimes the truth can only be seen when not truly awake with all of your built in preconceptions interfering with insight. personal demons are the most dreadful in my opinion.

Creepy eyes.

Burning embers, consuming with no regard to the cold night.

I like it! The eyes seem so small and beady though...

that's.....oddly familiar looking
Glad I'm not the only one that sees creepy things...I atleast know how you feel...

Here lately Ive had weird dreams of the oddest of subject matters that seem like they should mean something simply because of how vivid they are.
but enough of my crazy self, really surprised to see something like this from you, and well, as with all of your artwork top notch stuff! :3 Nocturnal coon gives you 2 coony thumbs up! It's simple yet powerful, and invokes a sense of dread to some degree, but at the same time, it allows the viewer to see what ever they "wish" to see, as it aside from it's eyes are left to the imagination.
though....its still isn't as visually appealing as your user icon....I dunno if anything else ever will either @.@

Know how I feel?
Do you really?

And when you say you're crazy... do you mean it? Consider it carefully.

And describe these things to me.

We all see things in our dreams, but I've never had a nightmare while awake. I'd either piddle myself or break something attacking what I see with a baseball bat or my shotgun, honestly.

I'm not as crazy as I appear to be either, I simply have violent inclinations and poor impulse control coupled with a perspective that seems to deviate from what society considers 'baseline normal'.

Meh. Like I said yesterday..."I outswam a hundred million other sperm for THIS!? BULLSHIT!" Good thing I wasn't out among customers.

Well, I wasn't given insanity, but my mind is certainly not healthy in any sense. I feel like I've gained a sort of balance over the years. 20 years without love sort of fucks your head up, but sometimes you just think, what am I living for? What reason do I have not to grab all my guns and take on a bustling city in a fight to the death? Suicide is for pussies, so homicide is the only way out! I don't think I could do it, I still have hope in life, but God have mercy on them should I get a terminal disease or get crippled. Some are plagued by darkness, literal or psychological. Some are plagued by loneliness, some madness. I'd say go buy a gun, arm yourself. You can't end the nightmare, but you can end yourself!

Eep... O_O;

This pictures feels... eerily familiar to me...

It looks like a terminator, with pupils. It is a thing to destroy, and in doing so, embrace our own darker side without giving control to it.

Code One. Eight. Seven.

Of course it's the terminator. Because after so long of running california, you get crazy and soon you begin to crave the demise you cause to others...and also there's a laser.

What about the super battery bomb in his chest?

Spent. Remeber, they've got thousands of these S.O.B.'s!

Questioning the dark is the one thing people fear the most in fact we stare at it in the beginning of our life cycle

Most people, myself included, are afraid of the abyss staring back at you.

*Raises boombox as Dio starts to slowly build.*

Kick it!

I am anger, under pressure. Let in cages, a prisoner, the first to escape. I am wicked, I am legion. Strength in numbers and I? The number is one!

I. I. I! Everything that I see is for me.

Everything that I see is for me! Yes, I am giant, I'm a monster! Breaking windows and houses, buildings of glass. Rebel, rebel, holy outlaw. Ride together, don't try it. The power's in one.

I. I. I! I am standing alone, but I can rock you!
I. I. I! On the edge of the blade, but the knife can't cut the hero down.


WHOOO FUCKIN' DIOMETALAWESOME!

I know i'm not getting any sleep for the next week and a half.

For some reason the juxtaposition of this and your avatar icon's oscillating buttocks has me in a fit of giggles.

Sorry.

Don't be. The emergence of this kind of art from myself must be pretty ludicrous.

No, no. There's no reason you can't expand your horizons in between expanding other things. :)

Darkness totally is not my master! I live in the realm of rainbows and unicrons!

DARKNESS RULES

reminds me of some of the darker aspects of my days

So...

There's tits in that darkness somewhere, right?

"You are likely to be eaten by a grue."

Y'know, I've always been afraid of the dark.

Oh, I could function around that terror even when younger, but it meant staying out of the basement and never ever going near the woods after sundown. Flashlights were a common accessory and a _lot_ of lights would come on if no one else was home. Movies with things out in the black watching were never my favorite. Add a problem with sleep paralysis onto this and it's amazing I never developed any phobias.

But to actually see these things while suffering from mental concerns? I'd never have turned the lights off again. Most impressive that you're able to function around that sorta thing without doing your best to force forgetfulness.

This is an interesting new direction.

I look forward to seeing where it goes next.

Holy--Shit!

I like it. Simple, inspires a sense of discomfort without actually seeming spooky. Maybe it's that the match doesn't illuminate, maybe it's the eyes having an empty feeling to them...

Or maybe it's just that it evokes the old childhood fear of the dark, that there are things that are there that simply don't want you to see them, that hide from the light simply to make you let down your guard. It doesn't HAVE to make sense, logic doesn't make that fear go away.

It might even have something to do with the hint of something you see between the eyes and the match that I can't quite make out.

Like I said, I like it. I'm not sure what it is about it exactly, but it draws the attention.

The description is rather interesting too.

sweeet

Why, oh why, would it have to be this that tickles that little part of my brain where my muse lives...?

The concept of doing this is hardly alien to me..I've just resisted the urge to do similar.

Though your thoughts about Lovecraft does fascinate me..as it resonates with my theory that many of the ghouls of cultures from the far east weren't inspired by hallucinations scholars of the time were having, and did their best to record their visions as best their language would allow.

Gyeeesh...
I've had dreams- Terrible, awful, wake up screaming dreams like this.
Scariest thing is the fact that those eyes- those gold, ember colored eyes- are something I can recall from my own terrors.

*shudders*

I'm not crazy in any regard. I'd like to think, mentally at least, I'm pretty fit. But terror is terror, no matter the culture, age, or gender.

I don't mean to pry. But those eyes- are they recurring?

Yes. They recur often. They are the face of fear. What scares you asleep is what terrorizes me while I'm awake, and I can never be sure if getting used to its presence means that my heart is strong- or that I'm losing what heart I had.

Thank you for relating, though. That helps me a lot, to know that I'm not alone in recognizing these fearful things.

Well when it comes to things like this, I like to think back to the theory of collective unconscious. Those things which every human can recognize. To that extent, everyone can relate on some level.

Oddly enough, those eyes were scariest when a woman was wearing them. Tying into that theory, maybe every man is born with the knowledge to fear and avoid angry women.

You might be on to something. It's probably a healthy idea to draw these things, though it's likely discomforting at best. Real physical media, like paint, might help anchor your thoughts, and sense of self, too.

Would it be insensitive to reference the Dead Ale Wives?

Why can't we fugue about happy things :/

If one's terror lurks in very mind of the beholder, how is it that such simplicity of the problem is so very complex? "terror in the dark" "voices only I hear"

The mind is a horrible thing. Things like terror change the mind all the way down to the way we perseive the world around us. All of the sudden, existence becomes walls closing in around us, with no escape and no hope to reach the light of day once more.

Some of us are lucky to evade such an eternal demise, yet some of us are doomed to suffer day by day, night by night until either we collapse under our own reality or we simply decided we cannot live with it anymore and end the suffering by our own means.

Wether we are sane or insane, all of our minds are forever vulnerable to such a fate, but none of us can escape once trapped inside.

I just saw this in my dreams last night. Horrifying. Even more frightening for me to find that it was me in a mirror in my dreams. i could tell by the light of the match. *shudders* I fear for the future.

I'm about to get heavy so watch out... I was a very troubled kid, I had a myriad of problems both mentally and physically (I was fat, had a plethora of rare "conditions", I was alone for a while, my cynicism was driving me insane, I had OCD, nobody understood me for a while *I had an abnormally high I.Q. and that set me apart*, I had constant sickness/migraines/nightmares, puberty hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was an outcast who was obsessed with fantasy *Thank God I got over all this shit, still love fantasy though! ^_^*) and then, as if things weren't bad enough I was introduced to little pill called paxil, a drug which, I swear, temporarily turned me into a sociopath. however, in light of all those things I changed, all it took was a refusal to take my meds, some work on my appearance/self-image, me asking myself who I wanted to be/what I wanted to do and going for it, a little jogging/watching what I ate ^_^, and some good friends to help me through it all. Soon all the crap I went through blew over and became something akin to the memory of a bad dream, I've become a happy person, and I haven't had any nightmares since that time, I still feel fear, usually from stupid stuff or basic life fear, but nothing even close to what I went through when I was younger. The only reason I am where I am today is because I grabbed my fear by the collar and dragged it as I steered my life in the direction I wanted it to go, it is only by stopping our fear from controlling us *not beating it, we will always be afraid* do we ever find the courage to exact real change in our lives.

*a little quote I heard somewhere: Heroes aren't brave, they're just brave five minutes longer than anyone else.*

It's the Nightmare! </Little Nemo>

This one was the scariest of them all.