Macabre Art-The Screamer

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Macabre Art Piece done by Lisa

Hello my Creepy Friends!  I sat up late last night working on this piece.  The original photograph I used for inspiration and template, (see below)  was a selfie taken of me goofing around after a substantial snowfall in New Hampshire.

My steps to creating this piece first began by making the photo black and white.   Then I opened it with the basic Paint program on my computer.  I started playing around with the color black by painting my hoodie to resemble a cloak.  Then I took the same black and darkened my eyes.  At this point it was pretty creepy.  Next I accentuated the wrinkles and lines in my face and did some shading around the eyes to create a gaunt appearance.  I decided to reshape the bone structure of my face with the hope of making it appear “skullish.” I did this by creating prominent cheek bones and narrowing the top of my head.  As I looked at my transitioning face, it reminded me of the Scream movies, so with that thought in mind I elongated my mouth and painted my tongue black.

I wanted to get rid of the background, so I opened the morphing face with an app called Phototastic Collage.  Using the “effects” and “light leaks” tools I came up with the screaming face above.  The face of course was still positioned in the middle.  At that point it looked good but something wasn’t quite right.  It was too centered and too symmetrical and not disturbing enough.  To rectify this, I dropped the face lower, wanting it to look as if it were peering at you from over the bottom of the frame.  I liked the outcome.  Lastly I named it and laid claim to it by signing my name at the bottom.

I hope it creeps you out as much as it does me!

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Selfie of me goofing around after a big snowfall.

 

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Survive the House of Poe?

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I should take up the pen to write it away,

Apathy wins…so there the pen lay.

Rid my soul…this melancholy pest?

Is there a way?  Or do none exist?

She grabs your throat through thinnest of cloth.

Uninvited she crawls… right into your mouth.

She reeks of bitter there is no doubt,

But swallow you must, there’s no way out.

Damn this melancholy…a gift from Poe?

Taking me down to the pits below.

Into the tunnel I feel my way.

No light to see, no presence of day.

I’ve been here before…a time or two.

Now, that’s a lie…Tis more than a few!

There is a place…Oh can it help?

But the grass is high…have the cards been dealt?

Anyone home?  Please…can you be there?

Please open the door… show me you care.

I call and call but no sound from you.

A step I hear and your laughter too.

This slap in the face I take on the chin.

So many times…and yet, now, again?

Over and over a deaf ear you turn,

So I’m nobody…no one of  discern?

I take my leave to walk in time,

Faces I see…Do they see mine?

No, faceless am I …no story to tell,

So back go I…where the melancholy dwell.

In a moment…brief though it may be,

I think I hear you, coming for me.

But then the silence around me drape,

A cloak of death…Should I partake?

This hole of despair I know I should climb.

Before it’s too late and I run out of time.

And so here I lay…my own little world.

This house of Poe…within I am curled.

Should I try…just one more knock?

Could it be true…Will the door unlock?

A face to gain and in dignity dwell?

No… is resounded from the pits of hell!

Into my cave with blackest of hue

Survival’s a myth…and I just don’t want to.

Morris in Thought

 

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