Mateus Roberts

"What it was most impossible to get rid of was the cruel idea that, whatever I had seen, Miles and Flora saw more—things terrible and unguessable." Henry James, The Turn of the Screw

"We went to see some little show That was staged in an old shed Past the edge of town And in its beginnings all seemed well The miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness While those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes And in its beginnings all seemed well But then there came a subtle turning point Which some had noticed, and I was one Who quietly left the show, though I did not Because I could see where things were going As the antics of those dolls grew strange And the fragile strings grew taut With the tiny pullings of tiny limbs The others around me became appalled And turned away and abandoned the show That was staged in an old shed Past the edge of town But I wanted to witness what could never be I wanted to see what could not be seen The moment of consummate disaster When puppets turn to face the puppet master" I Have a Special Plan For This World, by Current 93 and Thomas Liggoti

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Process for The Herald

Process for Story 2

Process for The Fall of the House of Usher I did most of it in Procreate (the video) and then finished it in Photoshop (the step-by-step image)

"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all." THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER, by Edgar Allan Poe

BLOOD MERIDIAN, Cormac McCarthy

BLOOD MERIDIAN, Cormac McCarthy

"Night of your birth. Thirty-three. The Leonids they were called. God how the stars did fall. I looked for blackness, holes in the heavens, The Dipper stove." BLOOD MERIDIAN, Cormac McCarthy

Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy

"Discard your clothes, let loose you hair We're intertwined forever and have always been Say the word and I'll depart Upon your lips dwells nothing but the meaning of my cause" Opeth - By the Pain I See in Others

"Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket A matchbook in his sock And a block full of charred skeletons Closeted, begging to get out" clipping. - Story 2

"Innocence, not innocent Innocent in no sense Eat the beast, keep him in Take the blame, speak the name Lunacy, lunacy Lunacy, lunacy" Swans - Lunacy

"So many years to clean the slate Endless despair within its wake His touch soiling what used to be clean His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams" Opeth - Heir Apparent