Art And What Nots

Parts of my pieces for the ‘Hallowed Halls’ series for Pendog!!

All of these and the book covers were possibly my most favorite pieces to make so far (especially the wide picture with the Kleins!)

Here’s the lyrics I wrote for “Don’t you panic don’t you fret” composed and sung by @lonesome-cowpoke along with a little intro that didn’t make it into the update (context for outsiders: this is a in universe college theatre production)

When I was a sparkle in my creators eye a zinester with no ambition, nothing more than an expressive sigh of a girl with twisted intuition

I watched and learned and slashed my way, through the shapes and thoughts of better days, a simple task of a playful ruse, to bring odd comfort to those who knew

I never was a killer, maybe just a choir? Singing of the dreadful pain that stole her friends and drew my ire 

Then they tore and they pried, intent away from the zinesters cries, kicked her to the curb! interpreted me this way! I manifest their fears and recite my lines in this dribbling blood drenched butchers play! 

A drawing and now a slasher, a blue pillar that sways along, with love and malice and fright in hand with ever sharpened blade. My hands will strangle, they will choke, sit down, cutie try not to croak. 

Chorus:

Don’t you panic 

Don’t you fret 

The slashers not quite ready yet 

The movies still in commission

And your soul is in remission

Cutting out your condition 

With the measurements of truth 

Bring your will together 

And get the affairs required~

To face the art smeared by the feckless words of childish jealous liars 

Turquoise flesh with crescent eyes, dribbling mouth of severed ties, tangled hair of matted truth, blue gloved fingers that set you loose. Hatful of clever watchful lies, arms that arc like restless scythes. Sharpened Heels weep and mourn, guts and giblets she will pour. 

Perfect slasher inhabited, by fallouts bloody smeary strokes, desperate clutches grip with glee the truth that runs to and fro, through the night and through the streets, fearful of the dreadful beast, blue soaked skin and bleary eyes, your fate trapped in pencil lines. 

Here's everything I did for this Pendog update! I got a lot to say about the stuff I did, so I'm gonna put that ramble under a read more:

If I had a nickel for projects I’m interested in that that explore the entertainment industry then the horrors that come with it, I’d have 2 nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

The original meme below

(sorry if i’m sending this after the AMA is closed, i’m not sure how long it’s going for)

The reddest reds, the whitest hues, scarlet gloves reach out of view, groves grow in the grand beyond, black black void where I belong.

A loving room from history, the door that beckons in, a lonely cradle rocks to sleep, the thoughts that tumble in. 

And they spill in! They spill out! Your restless hair it flows about, crowning pinprick whitened seed shaped eyes, your heart a tender lullaby. 

Whines from wine drunk high strung lips, a song of beyond, not quite red and not quite white but truly never wrong. In your mind you justify, and the beauty makes it so, the vision that you conceive, to soothe the earth's painful woes.

The reddest reds, the whitest hues, scarlet gloves reach out of view, groves grow in the grand beyond, black black void where I belong.

Books and notes and words they scrawl, I say man that’s great and all, but the place that lives below, that’s where I wanna go. The reddest red, the whitest tune, tinny of history washed clean new, by the loving fingertips of thread, spun by the daughters without end.

It’s waiting there for me

And it’s waiting there for YOU

It’s waiting there for US

Just gotta help her THROUGH..

Just gotta dig her out…

Just gotta bring her through…

Just gotta see the light…

Just gotta pull it through…

(sorry if i’m sending this after the AMA is closed, i’m not sure how long it’s going for)

The reddest reds, the whitest hues, scarlet gloves reach out of view, groves grow in the grand beyond, black black void where I belong.

A loving room from history, the door that beckons in, a lonely cradle rocks to sleep, the thoughts that tumble in. 

And they spill in! They spill out! Your restless hair it flows about, crowning pinprick whitened seed shaped eyes, your heart a tender lullaby. 

Whines from wine drunk high strung lips, a song of beyond, not quite red and not quite white but truly never wrong. In your mind you justify, and the beauty makes it so, the vision that you conceive, to soothe the earth's painful woes.

The reddest reds, the whitest hues, scarlet gloves reach out of view, groves grow in the grand beyond, black black void where I belong.

Books and notes and words they scrawl, I say man that’s great and all, but the place that lives below, that’s where I wanna go. The reddest red, the whitest tune, tinny of history washed clean new, by the loving fingertips of thread, spun by the daughters without end.

It’s waiting there for me

And it’s waiting there for YOU

It’s waiting there for US

Just gotta help her THROUGH..

Just gotta dig her out…

Just gotta bring her through…

Just gotta see the light…

Just gotta pull it through…