I am slowly, but surely, learning my way around my video editing software a bit more. I completed my Bean Bunny painting today and compiled my footage together into a video on my YouTube page. I had a bit of trouble with the quality of the paint as I went along, but I think we got somewhere. Cheers!
Some in progress artwork. If the footage comes out halfway decent, this will be turned into a YouTube video (I hope). Five worthless points if you can name the character, the movie title, the movie scene, what song the character was singing during this scene AND the director.
Happy New Years. Cheers.
Did some painting today. I put together a collage of some in progress photos I took. The final piece is in the upper right hand corner. I used acrylic paint on a wooden surface; I used a few images from Google on my cellphone as reference and for scale. Everything was done freehand.
Enjoy and Happy (early) Halloween.
Ever since I saw the movie Crimson Peak, I’ve been enraptured by Gothic Romance and the director’s (Guillermo del Toro) creative process. I dove into researching del Toro’s inspirations for Crimson and came across several books that inspired him while writing the movie’s script over seven years.
One book that del Toro mentioned was Rebecca, by Daphne du Marier. I finished reading the novel recently and came away feeling very pensive and wondering about human behavior, much as I did after watching Crimson Peak. Both works are disturbing to say the least, but I’ve come to like this in art–with the caveat that there’s a higher purpose and reason for including the disturbing elements. Good art makes us think, it makes us reflect and really struggle with what we believe and why. Good art advises us to not just blindly accept society’s agendas it passes out to us, like ready made “soup of the day” menus.
Rather, good art is like a six course dinner of philosophy: you’re full of questions and wonder after you’re done, but you keep coming on back for more. Why? Because it’s your sustenance.
Keep on writing. ✏️
“Be still and know that I am God” is one of my favorite scripture verses.* As an introvert who needs approximately four hours of alone time for every one hour of interaction with others, these words are balm on my soul. It reassures me that peace, quiet and solitude are necessary. I don’t need to seek after worldly things until I burn myself out or to prove to anyone that I’m “worthy.” Jesus died for me–I am his treasured one. This is my compass.
Is it weird that I’m a horror author who is also Christian? I don’t think so. Christianity, once you get past the baby milk and sugar, is actually filled with terrifying ideas and creatures–demons, angels, martyrdom and Hell being just a few. “Be still and know that I am God” are ringing bells of power in the cemetery of death, the world of lies and illusions we navigate before rejoining God in Heaven. Evil lurks behind the tombstones waiting to distract us or to push us off course. Few things about this are fair and the journey is sometimes filled with horrible things. But we get there. With God, we get there.
But let’s step back onto the main path for now. It’s foggy and cold in the cemetery, but the full moon is out and there’s a dry patch under the elm. Let’s talk about my main subject: setting up my writing space.