Soliloquys & Silence: January 2019

Thursday, 31 January 2019

News Of Several Sorts...

Headline News

Using The Newspaper Again

More torn up newspaper pages to give a starting point for my creations.

Delivering The Good News

Burning Dossier

Wednesday, 30 January 2019

Three Variations...

Variant 1 - Monoprint Style

Variant 2 - Bronze Plaque

Variant 3 - Dual Layer With Mask

Three Variations

These were created by tearing up pages from a local newspaper and forming a kind of collage from the images.
The photograph of this collage was then heavily modified, cropped and tweaked to form the final images you see here.

Tuesday, 29 January 2019

A Work & Two Extracts...

Party Girl

Toxic Kiss

Frame & Bridge

Monday, 28 January 2019

Self...

This Is Me

Self Portrait

Saturday, 26 January 2019

Organic Forms...

Cell Wall Stains

Something for the weekend

Fallen Feather

Friday, 25 January 2019

Clown...

The Clown Beyond The Wire

Best Place For Them...

Behind wires, behinds bars, kept away from us, with their painted-on smiles and false jollity.

Thursday, 24 January 2019

Dear God...

Importuning An Unheeding God From The Bottom Of The Abyss

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

Tiny Things..?

Microscopia - 1

Microscopia - 2

Tuesday, 22 January 2019

More from the cavern...

Dr. Seward's Cavern - 22nd January 1899 (Diary Excerpt)

I dreamt uneasily last night as we made camp deep within the cavern. The light from our campfire made the shadows dance in a perturbing manner.

As I slept, I dreamt that an entity, who styled himself "The King of Many Dimensions", came to me and bade me to slay my companions in their slumber.

I awoke with quite a start, my heart racing as I recalled, the face of the "King" and his command to kill the others in our party. I seemed to be the only one thus affected, as none of the others made so much as a peep, so deeply were they under.

It was with some considerable difficulty that I returned to the arms of Morpheus, and was not disturbed further, until I was awoken at daybreak by Dr. Seward himself, clattering pots and pans as he busied himself at the campfire with the breakfast things.

The King Of Many Dimensions

Monday, 21 January 2019

The Cavern...

Daubings On The Cave Wall

21st January, 1899 (Diary Excerpt)

Staring into the cave, strange symbols were illuminated by the flickering light of the oil lamp. We had no idea that human habitation had extended so far back into this labyrinth of caverns... or if indeed, the beings who had left the marks, were human.

Saturday, 19 January 2019

Weekend Whimsy...

Nature Studies...


Root And Branch

Enclosure In The Undergrowth

Friday, 18 January 2019

Shield Yourself...

Preserving The Integrity Of Mind

Blocking...

Remember kids, always use the appropriate blocking techniques to keep your mind free of nefarious outside influences.

Thursday, 17 January 2019

Grim Thoughts...

Blood In The Water

Infection

Grim Thoughts

Two images to inspire grim thoughts.

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

The Accidental Sorceror...

The Accidental Sorceror

Magic Explosion

He'd had the book for years, and he had read it many times, but he'd never been quite brave enough to follow its instructions. Partly because he was afraid to feel foolish when nothing happened, and partly also, because he was afraid it might actually work.

Discovered in a "lucky dip" box of assorted secondhand paperback novels from a junk shop, the aged yellow paper of the slim volume felt as if it might crumble at any moment as he pored over it once again. The words burned into his mind with a particular ferocity this day, and he found himself wanting desperately to just throw himself into the moment, and hang the consequences.

With that in mind, items were gathered, a room cleared, and esoteric designs were inscribed upon the floor. Then came the words, they had been seared into his memory and now they flowed from his mouth and into the world.

For nearly a full hour they poured forth. Names, both sacred and blasphemous were invoked over and again, commanding unseen entities to show themselves, until at last, the would-be magus fell silent, and allowed his voice rest.

Quiet now, but still concentrating hard, he waited. The room began to grow unnaturally dark and chill, and then there was a bright, soundless flash within the circle of strange symbols he had drawn upon the floorboards. His eyes were assaulted by a cacophony of colours, orange and yellow lightning, sparks of blue and green and red.

When after a moment, his vision cleared, he beheld a figure standing before him, a curiously familiar one at that. Inside the circle, was a being that looked exactly like himself.

The doppelganger smiled and stepped forwards, out of the circle, and advanced upon the wizard, guttural laughter erupting from its mouth. The accidental sorceror found himself frozen in place with terror, and all he could do was scream.

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

A Short Tale About Sleep...

I can see colours and shapes that shift and dance...

Waiting For A Dream...

I can't sleep again.

All I want right now is to fall asleep, even for an hour or two, and reset my mind, to stop it from spinning and clattering.

I don't dream very often,.. at least, I don't remember dreaming very often. Usually, when I do remember, it's something surreal and terrifying that leaves a feeling of unshakable dread, a black shadow that clings to the back of my mind, whispering to me.

What I really want right now, is a couple of hours of dreamless, deep rest... but it isn't coming, I can't switch off.

Staring at my own hand, I imagine I can see colours and shapes that shift and dance in the pattern of lines on my palm, and in the air around them.

It's in this moment that I begin wonder if I am awake at all, and that this is the dream that will stay with me for the rest of the day. So horribly mundane and pointless, to dream that you're awake and you can't sleep, to yearn for a short respite of thoughtless oblivion that means you can awaken later and get on with life.

Glancing again at my hand, I see that the gyrating motes have gone away once more, and feel that my eyelids are growing heavier. Will I perhaps dream that I'm falling asleep after being unable to sleep in a dream that I'm already having? I no longer care, and settle down, hoping for the comforting nothingness that I so desperatley crave.

Monday, 14 January 2019

Still Life In The Fruitbowl...

Saturday, 12 January 2019

The Churning Wheel...

The Churning Wheel

The wheel turns, its elongated spokes ripping through all that comes before it.

The earth is churned into great clouds of dust that erupt in the wake of the wheel's turning, obscuring the light of the Sun.

Friday, 11 January 2019

It's Friday...

Dancing Round The Campfire

The Weekend Starts Here...

The Bones Of Autumn

Stained Glass Map

You'll have noticed, no doubt, that I've begun to put titles to my images.

There is no great mystery as to where the names come from, it's simply from the ideas and feelings and gut reactions that each piece evokes within me.

I hope they do the same for you.

@sickkid1972

The Last Dinosaur Observes The Oncoming Meteor

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Wednesday, 9 January 2019

Fresh Pictures For Today

Bronze Plaques

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

Psychedelic Space

Psychedelic Space from Nicholas Nawrockyj on Vimeo.

Colour and pattern shifting fractal animation.

WARNING : Strobing effects may cause problems for those with epilepsy or related conditions