This is the color version of my illustration for Shannon Lawrence’s excellent short story, “Let’s Play A Game,” which appears in Issue #128 of Space and Time Magazine.
This work is available for publication. If you are interested in using “Sadness,” please contact me at:
This work is available for publication. If you are interested in using “Poolside Predators,” please contact me at:
This is one of my larger drawings, 11×14″. The copic markers I used to color most of it bled over borders and liquified dried india ink on the witch’s body. Valuable lessons learned here. Anyway, happy Halloween, everyone!
My illustration for J. Monell’s story, “Girl Gone Wrong,” is now out in Space and Time #129.
This work is available for publication. If you are interested in using “Winona Ryder 1994,” please contact me at:
Human vision is based on movement. The human eye is always moving, even when it is seemingly still. It undergoes ocular microtremors, a constant vibration not detectable without special equipment. As vision is based on movement, this sensory information is reliant on differentiation from a static background. Without this differentiation, the result would be blindness. Human hearing also works on this principle of differentiation. Notice that when you move from a noisy party to a quiet hallway, many sounds that were previously lost in the background become detectable. In fact, all five senses work on this principle.
So does human emotion. The healthy mind moves fluidly through a plethora of feelings on any given day. From happiness to anger to sadness, ad infinitum, we feel that which we feel in relation to other feelings. Now imagine if all that rich emotive experience were to cease. The result would be emotional blindness.
In other words, the result is depression.
I can usually feel a depressive phase approaching like a locomotive. I am caught helpless on the tracks as the world loses all of its shiny allure. I lie down and feel the loss of feeling, itself. Some might argue that a lack of emotions should convey some advantage. It does not. I feel a gray nothingness. The world seems leeched of color. Food tastes like ashes; music becomes a cacophonous jumble of unrelated sounds; attempts at sexual arousal end in disappointment. Any attempt to find pleasure ends in failure.
When I’m in the grip of deep depression, I endlessly recall all of the things I have done wrong, and foresee all of the things I will do wrong. Sometimes there are tears, but they fail to bring relief. This is Milton’s Paradise Lost. I have tumbled into depression and “long is the way and hard, that out of the Darkness leads up to the light.”
Typically, while I am depressed, hours of sleep accrue with interest. After twelve to fifteen hours of constant slumber, I find myself slept out. Thereafter, I sit in my reading chair with my forehead cupped in my hand, trying to think myself into a better place. I have tried for thirty years to use positive thoughts to lift me up. I’ve also tried deep breathing, meditation, and good old-fashioned hard work, all to no avail. Clinical depression is melancholy boredom magnified 100 times. It consumes 40,000 lives each year.
I’ve been told that “it’s all in your head,” “snap out of it,” and by one well-meaning friend that I am “really talented. Shake off the shadows.” These comments ignore the biological basis of my depression.
As I’ve grown older, the lows have gotten lower. Medication provides some relief, but often, psychiatric medications stop working after a while. Each year that I age, I take another turn around the downward spiral of longer and more intense major depressive episodes.
If there is one simple antidote that occasionally works, it is affection. Especially verbal affection from someone who understands. That, at least, relieves the isolation.
I have a drawing in the forthcoming anthology, which is for a very good cause. The excellent write-up below was posted by Elizabeth Massie in Facebook.
“NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP, is a brand new anthology of horror bedtime stories from which 100% of all proceeds will be donated to the Jimmy Fund supporting Dana-Farber Cancer Institute.
Available at Necon 37 and then afterwards (late July) exclusively on Amazon! I’ll post the link when available!
Check out the lineup!
Cover artwork by Necon 37 Legend Cortney Skinner
Foreword by Christopher Golden
Mother and Daughter by Jack Ketchum
Messages by Errick Nunnally
Sleepless by Mark Steensland
The Vacant Lot by Thomas Tessier
blood, cold like ice by Doungjai Gam Bepko (Doungjai Gam Bepko)
A Life Unremembered by G. Daniel Gunn (Dan Keohane)
Wired by Elizabeth Massie
Blue Stars by Tony Tremblay
Happy Now Mother? by John Buja
Nina by John M. McIlveen
Housing the Hollygobs by Marianne Halbert
Inertia Creeps by Charles Colyott
Leave Here Alive by Bracken MacLeod
Sleep Well by Angi Shearstone
The Fine Art of Madness by Gary Frank
The Beach by Cara M. Colyott (Cara Marie)
Angel Tears by Jill Bauman
Darkness on the Edge of Town by James A. Moore
Would You, Could You, In the Dark? by Craig Wolf
Wishing Won’t by Richard Dansky
The Phobia Where You’re Afraid of Words by Paul McMahon
Nightly Rituals by William Carl
White Wings by Mark Morris
The Other Side by Paul McNally
Truth or Dare? by Bev Vincent
Unexpected Attraction by Matthew Matt Costello
The Ritual Remains by Jonathan Lees
The End of All Stories by Trevor Firetog
Duality by Brian Keene
The Lake Children by Izzy Lee
The Circus Under the Bed by T.J. Wooldridge (Trisha Wooldridge)
1-2-3 Red Light by Gregory Norris
The Old Men Know by Charles L. Grant
The Oldest Fear by Shikhar S Dixit”
A couple of years ago, I suggested to my friend Jeffrey Thomas that he might use one of my drawings for inspiration to write a story. As it turned out, it became a long story entitled “The Cyclops,” though my drawing encompassed a small part of it. Still, it is a fine, weird and melancholy tale, and I’m proud to have played a small part in it.
You can find Jeffrey Thomas’s work, where this story was serialized, on his Patreon page.
A novel I copy-edited, The Starving Queen, by the gifted Dean Italiano, is now available for sale. This is truly a visceral, thought-provoking experience that speaks to issues of body image, and the horrors we perpetrate upon ourselves in a search for that unattainable perfection with which society and fashion media have infected us. I encountered shocking moments of recognition as I worked on The Starving Queen, and I have no doubt that this particular supernatural entity has stalked me for much of my life. This is a chilling novel by a very bright talent.