Saturday, September 29, 2012

"If you're prepared for zombies, you're prepared for anything."

Over 15 classes cover everything from making Bug-Out Bags to Armed Self Defense to Damage Risk and Assessment. In the pop culture category there will be Introduction to Burlesque as a Survival Art and “Head Shots” An Introduction to Fighting the Zombie Menace.

Looks like I've just found something to do with my afternoon. 

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Into the Everdim - Initial Study

Oil on Canvas - Thomas Raeburn - July 1911

Friday, September 28, 2012

Evening Near the Everdim Forest

Oil on Canvas - Thomas Raeburn - circa June 1911

From the Journal of Thomas Raeburn - June, 1911

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Coming Very Soon ...

In the summer of 1911, a artist by the name of Thomas Raeburn left the big city for a two-month inspirational journey to the charmingly remote village of Hunter's Rest.  The unfortunate circumstances of his story unfold as journal entries and paintings.

Though the artist, Thomas Raeburn is a fictional character inspired largely on E.F. Benson's short story "The Man Who Went Too Far"  His paintings are mostly original photographs that I have taken personally and then manipulated with Photoshop to look as if they were painted. 

Together with the journal entries, my intent is to create a new kind of spooky story experience by having the main character appear to recall the events and illustrate the story unknowingly through his artistic talents. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

"Autumn" - A Poem to Welcome Fall

Written by J.P. 2012


Angled sun and axial tilt
Days get shorter, flora wilt
Summer dies beneath grey skies, and slowly dark encroaches


Shoots, roots, vines and branches
Barns, farms, fields, and ranches
Gather fast, for nothing lasts, a bitter breeze approaches


Blackened mold to bleach bone white
Nimbostratus eats sunlight
The twilight lust of mist and rust betrayed upon the metal


Flapping, feathered, flying “V’s”
Vector 1-8-0 degrees
They honk, “Beware!” The frigid air, it stings just like the nettle


Icy fingers slip and slither
Choke and crack and nip and wither
Atoms slow as fractals grow, the tawny leaves all glisten


Placid ether, without wave
And muffled shores of moss deprave
The air of sound and all around the dying only listen

Superstition, Halloween
Candy corn and jelly bean
Children shiver at the sight of shadows made by candlelight


Day surrenders in September
Evening rules until December
The black horizon cloaks the light and ushers in the reign of night

The 2012 Gallery

Ladies and Gentlemen,

As you can see, The Haunted Gallery is off to a bit of a late start. The spirits who call this place home year-round can be a bit mischievous at times and it seems they would not unlock the doors. Alas, there is a method to their madness which I will come to in a moment. For now, welcome back! As your curator, I am excited to share with you new and terrifying works of art, writings, sound and music for your 2012 season.

Whilst I was out front, thinking of a way in, I happened to notice a weathered letter tucked carefully in a crevasse near the doorway. It was from an old friend who has written to inform that he has acquired a collection of strange and beautiful paintings with a dark history. To our great fortune, he has offered to display them along with their spooky back story here at the Haunted Gallery!

So come on in - and please forgive me as I do a bit of tidying up around the place. As you can see it looks just like I left it back in 2011. Fear not (or perhaps fear some,) I will have everything up and running in no time.