Sebastian Becker

Nocturne is an upcoming personal project dedicated to the night and the darker side of the human experience. The collection of images will feature never-before-seen illustrations, each one representative of nocturnal symbolism. It is an ode to the moon and the stars, to the dark and the light, to our dreams and our nightmares.

The series will feature five different themes, each comprised of multiple personal illustrations dedicated to that particular theme:

Darkness

Moon

Blood

Dream

Nightmare

Each new piece of art will be published twice a month, until the project will be released as a book in 2020. My goal in sharing my journey through this personal project is that lasting connections will form as we share experiences via the themes and symbols depicted in the artwork.

Frontispice de Bracquemond pour Les Fleurs du Mal, Charles Baudelaire, Seconde édition, 1861

“Comfort in Nothingness” 

Babs Webb 

“Shiver” (print)

Priscilla Kim 

Digital

www.priscilla-kim.com

Done for the Month of Fear 2017 second week, “shiver.” 

I really enjoy doing the Month of Fear/Love challenges, because they give me an excuse to try things I don’t normally do. Er, yes, I could just do them anyway with my own stuff, but… I don’t, for some reason. So it’s great as an impetus. 

“Shiver”

Month of Fear Week 2 

Julie Dillon

(Part 1)

The woman ran away from the fire of the setting sun and into the night, not thinking of where she was going or what she would do. The night grew cold and forbidding woods swelled up dark around her, but still she ran. Branch and bramble tore at her dress and skin, leaving both in tatters.

Finally, the fever of panic broke, and she collapsed in exhaustion under the gnarled roots of a tree. She shivered against the bitter night wind. Closer than she’d like, wolves howled and creatures gibbered at the stars. But what right did she have to fear monsters when she was clearly a monster herself? Surely she be a poison to these woods, just as she had her village. She pulled her body in tight, as much to protect from the cold as to protect world from her. The fire she had burned those men back in the village surely had turned her heart to ash as well.

“Shiver” by Hilary Clarcq 11″ x 17″ acrylic and oil on board hilaryclarcq.com