Shadows of the Past

Driving 8.5 hours from Pittsburgh to Connecticut, we broke up the trip by overnighting with my parents midway. I was happy to see these old friends again.

These are over twenty years old. I made them in high school when my imagination was deeply colored by the classic American weird writers Edgar Allen Poe & H.P. Lovecraft. Some classics merit acclaim, or attention, or whatever they merit chiefly due to their influence, but others stand on their own artistic achievement even today.

The urgent and concrete terror both authors can convey in their fiction holds up well to the modern reader. Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart introduced me to psychological horror around age twelve and has stuck with me for the next two and a half decades. The cataclysmic emotional release at the end of the tale demonstrated what a well crafted short story could accomplish. Lovecraft typically paints in dread rather than pandemonium. When I first discovered Lovecraft at fourteen I read (like so many of his protagonists) too much too quickly and ended up scared to walk down the dark hallway at night. I was certain that there were ghouls ready to pounce on me from the shadows!

My ceramics teacher, Jim Shirk, was a supportive mentor and always allowed me to create my own projects rather than follow his syllabus. I can remember the incredible schematic drawings he would spontaneously produce whenever we asked for creative advice and his beautiful, meticulous handwriting. Jim is a wonderful artist who, like me, loves to capture Nature’s beauty in his work. These two sculptures always evoke fond memories of my time learning from him.

Eldritch Elf: 12 XII 18

Let’s get a little light on this situation!

There’s little left to do on this fun project. Most important had been the painting of the illuminated portions of the lamp.

My idea was to use pointillism to create a weird but not immediately implausible effect. I wanted the light to look dingy. I also wanted the lamp to function almost like a black hole, sucking most of the light around it into itself. Hopefully the chiaroscuro makes a bit more sense now!

The lamp is painted sort of reverse OSL, I guess, where the object emits light only directionally. Continue reading “Eldritch Elf: 12 XII 18”

Textual Innuendo

When I create something like the Gilman House, my first step and constant reference is the actual text I’m recreating.

We learn in ‘The Shadow over Innsmouth‘ that Gilman House is yellow, the buildings are made of brick, the street is cobblestone, and the sign for the hotel is “half-effaced.”

I’ve split the difference between the color and the bricks, as I intend to do some enamel or ink weathering on the plaster. Always looks good. Continue reading “Textual Innuendo”

We Interrupt This Broadcast…

… to bring you an awesome alert!

A few years ago my favorite card game ever, Call of Cthulhu, died. Like its namesake, it slumbers and dreams still, I assure you. But officially the game died.

The game ended with a final tournament at Championship Weekend at FFG, which my best friend Tom won. As in all his previous championship victories, Tom got to design an official card for use in the game.

He & I spent countless hours playing with many great friends, and a few of us formed the core of a small but enthusiastic community here in Pennsylvania.

To honor and reward this special group of friends, Tom incorporated portraits of each of us into his last champ card.

And here we are! The world is safe for another day, though no one will ever know the mind-shattering horrors we have saved them from! AhAahaahA!!

I’m so happy my friend gave me a little slice of the minor immortality he achieved! Thanks, Magnus!