A logo I designed to convey the scary and beautiful elements that coexist in the natural world. Autumn leaves and cicadas set off a foreground of spiders and watching eyes.
A refined and beautiful Lady Wendigo, or Wendiga if you will. She likes seashell fossils and long walks on the beach (or more often, burning runs in the woods and snow) with young men named DéFago.
"They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon" Edward Lear
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon, The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon. - Edward Lear
The fourth in a series I did based on this design! This one has what I think of as either a pumpkin or a tangerine palette. Cats and houseplants that would be right at home whether they all lived in a classy uptown apartment or a cozy cottage,
The second in a series I did based on this design! This one has what I think of as "beach colors" on a midnight blue background.
Kitties and houseplants that would be right at home whether they all lived in a classy uptown apartment or a cozy cottage,
The second in a series I did based on this design! This one is supposed to be a bit reminiscent of peacock tail colors.
Kitties and houseplants that would be right at home whether they all lived in a classy uptown apartment or a cozy cottage,
The first in a series I did based on this design! Many different color combos to follow.
Kitties and houseplants that would be right at home whether they all lived in a classy uptown apartment or a cozy cottage,
"Even now I can hear the voice rolling far away, as if it came from the altar of a great church and I stood at the door. There are lights very far away in the hollow of a vast darkness, and one by one they are put out. I hear a voice chanting again with that endless modulation that climbs and aspires to the stars, and shines there, and rushes down to the dark depths of the earth, again to ascend; the word is Zain." - Arthur Machen, The Terror
This is a scene from one of my favorite novellas of all time. The angel of death descends upon an isolated farmhouse, bearing the hebrew character Aleph on its back and accompanied by moths. The Hebrew character Tav rises from the ground like crosses to commemorate the dead within.
