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For all you Groups out there that think that Black and White works aren't "up to snuff" for your collections: please allow me to speak for my self & anyone else perturbed by your snubbing of this particularly demanding/meticulous medium and say, emphatically- 

                        WINNER!  "F*CK YOU."  WINNER! 

the Rectory: neversafe. by CEZacherl
Hag: At the foot of your bed. by CEZacherl
Hag: At the foot of your bed.

Here's another concept illustration for Erik Gardner's horror flick of bad@$$ery HagErik Gardner has Erik Fox from Face Off is doing the creature effects for this short film and... well, it's looking creepy as all hell *grins*

This one's a much quicker piece. I've done two more illustrations that I can't show just yet. Because they're going to be in the actual film itself!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this more sensual take on what you might see at the foot of your bed before it performs the blighted transfiguration into this --->Hag: While you were sleeping... by CEZacherl

Please check out the Facebook for the Hag movie, as well as Erik's other projects. If you're into horror, his work is absolutely worth the watch! :) (Smile)
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True Detective: Lost in Dim Carcosa. by CEZacherl
True Detective: Lost in Dim Carcosa.
Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul,
my voice is dead,
Die thou,
unsung,
as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.  



- Illustration of Carcosa inspired by a photograph of the insanely talented a3t3rnum.deviantart.com/
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Couldn't get to sleep 'till after midnight last night. Then awoke again at 4:A.M. Lay there; conscious but stilled, until five. In that hour my entire body became a dormant mass of nerves and signals. Self aware as only the small hours can make me. A murder of minor annoyances that would normally go unnoticed during the day, bristled to abrupt. Immediate. Paramount.

Parched lips slightly parted, tongue dry from the empty mason-jar at my bedside. Wondering and weathering at my (minor?) neurosis. Finally, I get up and one-by-one remedy/silence each cerebral nuisance.

I lay back down. Still nothing.

Sometime after six my brain lulls to a semi-doze. I drift at the door to the Dreamlands, where the oceans are wistful and carrying; but my mind still awake enough influence the direction of the sails. I fill them with winds that prove both as pleasing as they are odd, and awkward in their dance of subconcious and then *WHAM*

Alarm.

0640 and time to get dressed...

a Book of Zades: Baltimore by CEZacherl
  • Mood: Horror
  • Listening to: quiet.
  • Reading: Duma Key.
  • Watching: Mud.
  • Playing: Eldritch Horror.
  • Eating: there are some snacks around here somewhere....
  • Drinking: stale K-cup coffee.
Couldn't get to sleep 'till after midnight last night. Then awoke again at 4:A.M. Lay there; conscious but stilled, until five. In that hour my entire body became a dormant mass of nerves and signals. Self aware as only the small hours can make me. A murder of minor annoyances that would normally go unnoticed during the day, bristled to abrupt. Immediate. Paramount.

Parched lips slightly parted, tongue dry from the empty mason-jar at my bedside. Wondering and weathering at my (minor?) neurosis. Finally, I get up and one-by-one remedy/silence each cerebral nuisance.

I lay back down. Still nothing.

Sometime after six my brain lulls to a semi-doze. I drift at the door to the Dreamlands, where the oceans are wistful and carrying; but my mind still awake enough influence the direction of the sails. I fill them with winds that prove both as pleasing as they are odd, and awkward in their dance of subconcious and then *WHAM*

Alarm.

0640 and time to get dressed...

a Book of Zades: Baltimore by CEZacherl
  • Mood: Horror
  • Listening to: quiet.
  • Reading: Duma Key.
  • Watching: Mud.
  • Playing: Eldritch Horror.
  • Eating: there are some snacks around here somewhere....
  • Drinking: stale K-cup coffee.

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HydraEvil Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Professional Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch!
I wish you the best of everything!

Oshawott Faboo Wink Plz
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CEZacherl Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Professional Traditional Artist
:)
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muttleymark Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Hello there. Thank you for the fav ! Hug
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CEZacherl Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2014  Professional Traditional Artist
You're welcome brother, that's a bad@$$ picture of Harley :)
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