The Art of Horror #horrorweek #art #pen #horrorwriters

horror week

 

This week is set aside for the darker edge of life. Why not combine the two disciplines of art and writing to see what gets dug up!!!

What is horror for writers and artists? Darkness is in the air, it suspends one against its will,  it hides in the shadows, but it doesn’t stay there. Darkness awakens the sleeper casting him into a delusional dream or awakens the dreamer into a place he tries to claw away from.

Why write it? why paint it? I ask this question often. There are too many answers and none the same (and some darker than others.)

Is horror just about Monsters?

“[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.”
Clive Barker

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“Tired. So tired… Confusion and disorientation numbed his mind like cotton wrapped hands. Thoughts felt like a jumble of dusty moths bumped plaintively against a dim light bulb. He couldn’t grasp where he was – what he was doing. His limbs felt stiff and unused.

The stony grip of anxiety seized his mind and burned in his lungs. A deep breath was impossible. Thin air pulled slowly through his nose, bringing with it the smell of fresh clothing and an acrid smell that reminded him of a dissected frog. His anxiety doubled when he realized his mouth wouldn’t open. A hand finally responded to his slow mind. It moved sluggishly, fumbled around haphazardly until it found his lips. Glue. Somebody had glued his lips shut while he slept. Anger and the inability to get a full breath drove his fingers to tear at his lips with a horrible frenzy.”

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Zack Kullis is a published author and writes regularly for Pen of the Damned.
The excerpt  above is from the short story “The Manipulator.” The story can be read here.
Blog: Official Site for Zack Kullis, author of Dark Fiction
Twitter: @ZKullis

 

 

 

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Andrew Wyeth

 

” He did not leave, that night on New Year’s Eve, because there was nowhere else for him to go. There is nowhere else when he hears every ragged wheeze, wherever he is; the shuddering breaths of a world on the brink of expiration. As best he can remember he has always heard these sounds. He did not always know what they were, or what it meant to hear the death-rattle of the stones and the trees and the earth, but he felt them all the same, and stood slightly apart from everyone else because of this, while the others ran laughing after one another, or played hopscotch, or made daisy-chains in the grass, oblivious…

… “On paper, darkness shines. Words convey savagery with the finesse of bright bouquets. Language illuminates the broken back of the world, its atrophied limbs, its eyeless face: a rotten leviathan floating in space, quivering with parasites while it sings its last whale-song through an ocean of distant stars, almost inscrutable except by those who dare to pause in their furious lives and, for a moment, listen.”

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Thomas Brown is a published author and regular writer for Pen of the Damned. Hope you enjoyed the except  from the short story “All These Voices.” It can be read in its entirety here.
Twitter: @TJBrown89
blog: tbrownonline.wordpress.com

586331203546739 BehanceThis wonderfully depictive work of art is by contemporary artist( from Bucharest)  Oana Cambrea

 

It became my ghost, that lullaby—its virulent strain infecting not only the cloaked woods that surrounded us, but also the ears upon which it fell. It haunted us all, wormed its way into our brains and cored our frightened eyes to hollowed orbs. Unlike the other girls, who mewled in dread as those tinny chords crackled out from the absolute darkness, I sought to discover its origin…

…The creature sniffed my body. I gagged upon its putrid breath. Its moist snout moved slowly along my neck as a sharp talon grazed the top of my shoulder. Feeling. Touching. Pinpricks of white twinkled in one eye—the starlight reflected back from within its inky, remorseless orb. It peered upward, measuring my response. Urine trickled along my legs and I dropped the knife to the ground.

All those same people who scold you,
what they’d give just for the right to hold you

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Joseph Pinto is the Co-founder and  writes regularly for Pen of the Damned. The short story “Lullaby”(excerpt above) can be read here.
Blog: Author Joseph A. Pinto’s Horror (and things not so horrible) Blog
Purple Hope (Pancreatic Awareness website)
Twitter: @JosephAPinto

 

zackkullis_smitethedamnedZack Kullis on Amazon

 

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DuskAndSummerJoseph Pinto Dusk Summer on Amazon

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Friday Feature – Andrew Wyeth #wyeth #art

 

Friday Feature is Back this Fall. Enjoy a month of Art!!!

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After enjoying the Andrew Wyeth exhibit at the National Gallery, I fell in love with this artist. As a student of art (and art history), I have been in love with Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Monet, Degas, and several locally renowned artists.

Why do we love art or their creators?

Well I can say with Monet it was because I would dream of the places he painted. Degas it was the people he caught midstream in their daily life. With Wyeth, I feel I have been in those  places (some painful) and written about them. In many of his paintings, though there is no human presence, you feel something or someone there. Wyeth  creates from  emotion: Sorrow, elation, discovery were as much a part of his palette as the paint was. In reading more about Wyeth and his upbringing ,I could relate in part to his way with art; he was very secretive about his work and kept others from seeing him working for fear of being disconcerted and putting the project away. Growing up as the artist’s daughter, I felt the same trepidation. I realize now that it may not have been the fear of disapproval as much as it was the inability to produce. For from the artist’s hand something must flow or life becomes like a polluted dammed up stream. I realize why I have an instinctive love for Wyeth – he had to find his own niche as an artist away from his famous father.

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If you are familiar with his series of paintings Christina’s World than you also know that these paintings are inspired by a neighbor who had polio. His famous painting of her in the field is his depiction of her as she crawled in the field from one farm to the other. I am awed by his study of this woman. He gives a woman who lived her life in a wheelchair value during a time that such a woman would be easily overlooked (even degraded).

As I sat for hours looking at his work, I thought of Edgar Allen Poe’s writings where there are dark things hidden in the edges  of daylight. Wyeth’s angles remind me of the countless angles shot by Alfred Hitchcock – drawing the eye and imagination into a place they cannot escape. What lurks in Wyeth’s corners? What stories are left untold that can wander in our imagination weaving dark webs where retreat is impossible.

My artist mother has often conveyed that meaningful work comes out of trial, suffering, or hardship. For Wyeth it seemed pages of pastoral images fluttered forward: his father died and he entered a time where death emerged from his wheat fields. There seemed to be messengers speaking of death in his paintings. If I could interview Wyeth, I believe he would say that “growth of expression occurred.” An untested palette is just paint after all.

So I pose the question of the writer, the poet, the photographer: Has a difficulty or hardship caused your artistic expression to explode like the pine cone that sets forth its seeds of life during a consuming forest fire? Where/ when have you seen tremendous growth or change in your work?

Enjoy art for art’s sake and for the inspiration it offers.

“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”

~Edgar Allen Poe

Next week I have a special two part article of a french artist (Pierre Chalory) who painted 9/11. It’s been a delight to get to know this gifted artist. Check out Bold Magazine he is being featured in the September Issue!

 

 

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