Digital art of a strange visitor at your door smiling directly at you, asking "you alone?" Art style inspired directly by the video game "No I Am Not A Human" using my character "Follower" who is organically inspired by biblically accurate angel interpretations. Eventually becoming the main Mascot for my commissioning business.
Artwork by, CaffeinatedCultist
Character belongs to, CaffeinatedCultist
No I am Not A Human belongs to, Trioskaz
VISIONS OF CASSANDRA (1975)
Acrylic on Canvas - 24” x 20”
The central images came to me when I was still in college. Five years later when I received the cover assignment, they resurfaced and I committed them to canvas. An example of how a commercial assignment can still satisfy one’s creative impulses. 1/3
A montage featuring a hand rising from an island floating in space. The fingers are flexed and an eye with blue iris is set in the palm. A spaceship arcs across the face of the island, which consists of the top half of a skull, gallows resting on a brick wall teetering into the void, and a platform where death in crimson cloak awaits.
A woman made of puzzle pieces is putting herself together, she is missing an eye, her mouth, 2 fingers, and some of her hair. There is an eye piece and mouth piece on the table in front of her, as well as a pile of nondescript puzzle pieces
A doll wearing a tattered pink dress with frilly collar hangs from a jump rope tied into a noose. It’s head is skewed to one side and its hair is slightly disheveled. One eye is missing and a fly craws on the other. Rusty barbed wire wraps around the torso as arms are tied behind. One shoe black shoe is missing. The doll is framed by broken boards. In the opening behind it, two children peer out. Their faces are rendered plastic and doll-like, disturbing in their deranged stares.
DESTROYING ANGEL (1982)
Acrylic on Canvas - 34” x 24”
All of the concepts I submitted for the 1982 Year’s Best Horror Stories cover were strong. If I had tried to guess which one would be chosen, the concept that became this painting would have been my last guess. 1/5
In a field of poppies, a skeletal figure wearing a black and red silk cloak holds a smiling mask set on the end of a thin staff. Sweeping the cloak aside in a welcoming gesture, it reveals an antique key hanging from a ring about its emaciated forearm. The other arm is tied off with rubber tubing. Pronounced veins run the length of necrotic flesh. Beneath the cloak, chains wraps the torso, criss-crossing, secured by a padlock. The green tunic beneath is torn to expose yellowing rib bones. Atop its tilted skull rests a crown of mushrooms and a single bird wing. Its orbitals are dead black, and many teeth are missing. A syringe dangles from a loose chain around its neck. Another needle hangs from its belt with longer cord weighed down by a spoon. A long opium pipe with a bulbous end is tucked through the belt. A winding tree rises behind the angel of death, bare limbs branching like veins, blue against the purple haze of the misty backdrop.
Close detail from TRICK OR TREAT featuring a spider embedded in the swirl of an amber lollipop and the face of the deranged figure offering it. He has a sweeping grin, snub nose, and eyes contracted to dots.
NIGHTMARE IN RED (1981)
Acrylic over pastels - 25 ½” x 20”
TALES FROM THE NIGHTSIDE is a collection of macabre stories by Charles L. Grant.
I accepted a commission to do the cover art in the gloomy winter of 1980-81. There had been recent deaths in my family and among friends; the weather was bleak; John Lennon had been shot, and so on. 1/3
A pair of spiky lobster-like claws pull a strand through a human brain. Suspended above, the abstract shape of a body hangs upside down, wavy and transparent. Inside appears to be human faces screaming in horror intermixed with internal organs (intestines and spine). The structure the claws protrude from is an amalgam of body parts, human and otherwise, including a pair of mismatched blue eyes, a deformed mouth full of uneven teeth. A path atop a winding stone wall leads up to the grotesque monument from the green, grass-like-yet-alien vegetation in the foreground. Behind the structure murky water gently ripples.
BOOGEYMAN (1986) Acrylic on Watercolor Board - 28" X 17"
I love doing covers for anthologies, and I especially enjoy doing covers for horror anthologies. This piece was commissioned for one of DAW Books' annual collections of The Year's Best Horror Stories. 1/3
A tall, slender boogeyman with exaggeratedly long arms quietly slides open the closet door of a child's bedroom. Jostled hangers slide to either side as the creature emerges from behind the cover of clothing. Red dots glow like molten beads set in deep sockets. A double wrinkled ridge defines a wide brow while elfish ears knife out and back, framing a sloped dome that nearly touches the top shelf. The closet rod bars its way forward, crossing just below its round, snub nose. Salivating, its jaw hangs open in a V-shaped smile lined with short sharp teeth.
THE DARK TOWER: CORNERED (2003) Oil on Panel - 28" x 18"
The water and the drain in the floor, Jake's left hand, the rope, the curl of Oy's tail, and other elements intentionally form the number 9 backwards and forwards.
Interior illustration from THE DARK TOWER VII by Stephen King
Close detail of Oy with its tail curling. It looks like a badger with white and black stripes. Its mouth is open, exposing sharp teeth, and one paw is raised as if about to lunge forward. Water circles the drain in front of him in a reverse of the figure 9.
On a dusty, tilted horizon, the Gunslinger stands with pistols gripped and angled down toward the ground. Bodies pile at his feet. Dozens more extend in a line that snakes into the foreground. Various weapons—scythes and machetes, bricks and boards—lay discarded in the dirt beside the twisted, bloody corpses. The scene is absolute carnage served up for the viewer who has the point of view of next in line.
Lit by a building set ablaze on the horizon, a young girl stands on a ridge overlooking the destruction. Next to her lay the charred husks of two humans, reduced to little more than skeletal remains. Lines of zig-zagging fire run through the field behind her, indicating that she was the point of origin of the inferno that clouds the sky with billowing black smoke. Her hair whips in motion as if she's just caught sight of the audience. Her eyes are fixed with searing intensity on her next target.
With a feathered quill in hand, Death pauses to glance up while inscribing a name in his ancient tome. His robes are faded, and beneath the folds of his hood, his skull is bleached and missing a single tooth. Blank orbitals stare flat black at the audience. His book, along with a fat rat, rests on splintered boards; the perspective lines create an illusion of a tabletop in front of him that really isn't there. Orange ground beneath the boards blends smoothly into the barren landscape of the background. His wooden throne—decorated with a goat head set within an inverted pentagram trimmed in gold—is decaying with holes chewed through it. Many eyes, rendered white on black, can be seen peeking out of burrows atop the throne. Two uneven crescent moons hang tinted yellow against the orange sky.
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A solitary figure sits atop a throne made entirely of skulls. His hands are the only features not obscured by shadow or the flowing crimson of his hooded cloak, which spills down the raised dais. Candles set on each arm of the throne melt over the inset skulls. A wisp of smoke trails from one. On the floor lie several bodies. One man died clutching his throat. A woman in a white gown lies awkwardly on one hip while her arm extends behind her where she fell. An empty chalice lies on its side.
Couldn't sleep yesterday so I painted this OC instead on my phone: Ghouliana #art#digitalart#horrorart
[LLM generated] [LLM generated] A digital illustration portrays a figure with a skeletal-like appearance, wearing a dark top with the text "THE CURE" on it, enveloped in a vibrant purple aura.
The composition is centered on the figure, framed by a strong presence of purple smoke-like elements surrounding the subject. The figure is positioned slightly off-center, the purple aura extends outward from the body like a smoky shroud. The figure's expression is grim and seemingly emotionless. The text "THE CURE" is placed in the middle of the figure's chest area in a simple, sans-serif font. The lighting is dramatic, with the main source seemingly emanating from behind and above the figure, emphasizing the eerie aura surrounding the character.
The figure is the central subject. It appears to be a human, with a pale complexion, seemingly skeletal-like features, and long dark hair. The figure's attire consists of a dark-colored top, bearing the words "THE CURE" in a simple font style. The figure's posture is somewhat static and centered in the frame.
The artistic medium is digital illustration. The style is somewhat abstract, with a noticeable soft-focus effect, creating a hazy, dreamlike aesthetic. The brushwork and color blending create a muted, hazy effect. The technical execution is evident in the blending and coloring of the figure and the surrounding aura.
A solitary figure stands at the edge of a ruined overpass staring down at a bat demon perched on a spire amid the ruins of a city. Everything at ground level has been reduced to rubble as painted in cool blues and purples. On the horizon, broken stubs of buildings are set against a pink and purple sunset. Above low lying clouds, the sky turns red. Highlighted in yellow, the clouds take the form of a rider on motorcycle with one arm thrown back and mouth open in a scream as he tears upward from the horizon.
A man with spiky bleach blonde hair and a punk aesthetic pushes his finger through his eye socket to crowd the adjacent orbital with two brown eyes. Squished together the shapes are distorted and no longer round. Leaning into the poke, his face contorts with the gruesome display. His neck is off-center with the collar of his slick leather jacket, which slides down the round of his shoulder. A thick rubber band twists on his wrist which is also adorned with a braided leather cord, a beaded bracelet and more.
Illustration depicting a very long creature with the head of a furby, one eye fully open, the other half way closed. It is in the depths of the ocean.
Its body is formed of fur and many claw like apendaged in a very long row similar to a centipide. The end of its body cannot be seen.