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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Cosimo Galluzzi
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Cemetery of Staglieno, Genoa, Italy
La Seu Vella, Lleida, Catalonia. Photos by Adeline Gressin
a fuckup boy
Esther Sarto
Tension
The complete set of illustrations that I drew to Drawkill’s Goretober prompts. Had several ideas that didn’t make it through where they could be done on time, but was able to finish more of these than I initially expected (especially with all the film production antics going on, both on my original projects and work for hire type stuff). Got a bit quirky with these in a way (especially with Christmas Over Tokyo), but happy with how they came out. Figure At The Base Of A Crucifixion: Prompt 01. (Pins And Needles) Senseless Fixation: Prompt 02. (Sensory Loss) Weaponized Dreams: Prompt 04. (Flesh And The Machine) The Colony: Prompt 08. (Infection). Christmas Over Tokyo: Prompt 14. (Blood Blood Blood). Man Bites Dog: Prompt 15. (Animal Instinct). Frankenstein’s Nightmare: Prompt 19. (Dismantle Instructions. Reconstruction Of A Fallen Angel (Frankenstein Version 2): Prompt 31. (Scientific Diagram).
“Vacant Memory”
graphite on paper, digital color
By Babs Webb
Done for this week’s month of fear challenge: Lies.
In this piece I wanted to explore how memories fade and distort over time. How many of our memories are real? What lies have our minds created to compensate for what we just can’t remember?