This is my entry for the Mama Scared Stiff Contest.
Lil bit about the piece: I had plenty of nightmares as a child, but there was always a common factor with most of them; ragged, scratchy, heavy breathing. Didn't matter if I was swimming in the dream, being chased, what have you, there was always a demon/creature that would come up close behind or near me and all I would hear is the the breathing. I'd turn around real slowly, the tension and fear building in the dream, and these black, soulless eyes would be right up close to my face. Then it would lunge at me, it's teeth and black mouth swallowing my vision. Naturally, I would wake up gasping, panting, in a cold sweat, and yes, sometimes crying.
That being said, the scariest times for me as a child were when I would have these dreams and the next week before I went to sleep each night the dream was all I would think about. I have a very strong imagination, hard to control sometimes, and I could swear as I was trying to sleep i would hear a creek in the floor boards or hear a rustle in the corner. I would sleep facing the wall, trying to shut it all out, but sure enough i would hear something, even the breathing, and I would turn around, almost positive I would see this guy or something like it, right at the edge of the bed. Never saw anything though, to the benefit of my sanity.
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This piece was all Graphite and pen, with small digital adjustments to brightness and contrast. I used photos of my room as reference.
The thing that creeps me out the most is when you are sleeping, and you get this feeling that there is something else with you, and you really REALLY don't want to wake up or open your eyes. So I did this piece where this guy is just chilling out on his porch reading/listening to music, and of course.. he has to fall asleep. And what do you know, evil grandma there wants to pay him a visit.. maybe stick around and bake him a pie. ;D
So I love pumpkin carving and I pretty much do it all October. This was done in honor of my brother, the biggest fan of Oogie's kids.
*Edit* Sweet Jumpin' Chili Beans, 1,000 views! I didn't think this pumpkin would go that far. Thanks for all your favorites and comments. I'm trying to get back to everyone, but if I don't make it to you, know that I ^_^ you anyway.
As a kid I always hated basements. Something about the huge empty void of pitch black, where all your hairs stand on end and if anything touches you, that's the end of it. This piece is inspired by that terrible time when you have to reach and grasp for a pull-chain for the light. As much as I hated the dark in basements, the only thing I dreaded more was what I might see standing there with me when the lights finally came on.
It has to be said that I did this piece entirely while listening to Joseph Bishara's excellent soundtrack to Insidious. Gave me the willies!