Sleep Arting

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As a child, I was a  sleep walker . I’d get up walk around a bit then draw something and then go back to bed.  When I’d wake up in the morning my bedroom floor would be littered with artwork I had done  the previous night.  It has been years since I have done that and never with digital art. Imagine my shock when I woke up yesterday morning and found THIS on my computer.  I have no idea what the inspiration was behind this but my friend author Carissa Ann Lynch upon seeing this said, ” My art will be the death of me.” and so that is what I have decided to call this piece.

Church of The Blunted Mind

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THIS WAS PIECE WAS INSPIRED BY A TRUE LIFE INCIDENT. BACK IN COLLEGE I WAS THE OCCASIONAL SOCIAL TOKER. I’M A SMALL PERSON SO DEPENDING ON THE QUALITY OF THE SMOKE 2- 4 PULLS PRETTY MUCH GOT ME BUZZED. MY THEN BOYFRIEND AND I WERE CHILLING FOR THE FIRST TIME AT HIS COUSINS NEW APARTMENT WHICH HE WAS SUBLETTING TOTALLY FURNISHED FROM AN ELDERLY AUNT. WHEN THE BLUNT WAS PASSED MY WAY FOR THE FIFTH TIME I WAVED IT AWAY “FOUR PUFFS IS ENOUGH THANK YOU” I SAID. AS THE REST OF THE CREW CONTINUED TO LIGHT UP I WALKED AROUND AND TOOK NOTICE OF MY SURROUNDINGS, I MEAN REALLY TOOK NOTICE. THE APARTMENT WAS AS CLOSE AS TO BEING IN CHURCH WITHOUT ACTUALLY HAVING TO SET FOOT IN HOLY NAME CHURCH AND FACE FATHER O’ CONNOR. I SUDDENLY FELT THE NEED FOR ROSARY BEADS.

THERE WERE CRUCIFIXES EVERYWHERE ! THEY EVEN HAD GLOW IN THE DARK ONES IN THE HALL LEADING TO THE BATHROOM! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, IN THE EVENT THAT DRACULA’S BRETHREN BARRELED INTO THE APARTMENT, IT WAS GOING TO GO DOWN BAD FOR THE VAMPS. THROUGHOUT THE APARTMENT, THERE WERE SHELVES FILLED WITH RELIGIOUS ICONS AND STATUES OF SAINTS AND THE WALLS WERE FILLED WITH PORTRAITS OF THEM AS WELL. ALL THEY NEEDED WAS A PEW AND A FOUNTAIN WITH HOLY WATER BY THE FRONT DOOR TO MAKE IT COMPLETE. THIS IS WHAT IT MUST LOOK LIKE WHEN GOD HAS A GARAGE SALE. I THOUGHT TO MYSELF.

AFTER AWHILE I FOUND MY EYES DRAWN TO A RATHER LARGE STATUE OF JESUS PLACED ON THE CENTER SHELF OF A ROOM DIVIDER THAT SEPARATED THE CHURCH OF THE BLUNTED MIND FROM THE REST OF THE APARTMENT. THE STATUE WAS A WORK OF ART. I NODDED MY HEAD IN GREETING TO THE BIG GUY WASSUP JESUS HOW’S IT GOING? THE STATUE WAS A WORK OF ART. I WAS ADMIRING THE DETAILS IN THE ITALIAN MARBLE STATUE WHEN I SWORE THE STATUE MOVED. MY EYES NARROWED AS I STARED AT THE STATUE. HOLY MONKEY. WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THAT BLUNT?
SUDDENLY THE STATUE SPOKE WITHOUT MOVING ITS LIPS, “MIA?” JESUS IS TALKING AND HE KNOWS MY NAME…WHOA.
“MIA?” JESUS SAID MORE URGENTLY THIS TIME. YES, MY LORD AND SAVIOR ?

DRAWING ON MY HAZY RECOLLECTION OF SUNDAY SCHOOL I REMEMBERED THAT EVERY TIME ONE OF THE HIGHER POWERS SPOKE TO MORTALS IT WAS NEVER TO REVEAL WINNING LOTTO NUMBERS SO NATURALLY I GREW SUSPICIOUS.

JESUS I’M JUST LETTING YOU KNOW OFF THE BAT I’M WILLING TO PART WITH THE BAG OF M&M’S I’VE GOT STASHED IN MY MESSENGER BAG IF NEED BE JUST DON’T ASK FOR THE BLOOD OF A LAMB OR A GOAT. I’M NOT INTO ANIMAL SACRIFICES. “MIA!” JESUS YELLED JESUS CHRIST JESUS ! THERE’S NO NEED TO YELL I CAN HEAR YA. THE STATUE MOVED AGAIN. SORRY JESUS I DIDN’T MEAN TO GET SNIPPY.

“MIA WE’RE CALLING FOR PIZZA. WHAT DO YOU WANT ON YOURS?” WHO IS THIS “WE” YOU AND THE APOSTLES?
THEN ANOTHER VOICE SPOKE, A FEMALE, “YOU WANT A BEER WITH THAT TOO MIA?” MY EYES DARTED TO THE VIRGIN MARY STATUE BESIDES THE JESUS STATUE AND A CONFUSED LOOK CROSSED MY FACE “ET TU VIRGIN MARY? IS THIS THE SECOND COMING PEOPLE KEEP TALKING ABOUT?
“MIA DO YOU WANT A HEINEKEN WITH THAT?” JESUS ASKED.

THAT’S WHEN IT HIT ME JESUS’ VOICE SOUNDED FAMILIAR. I LOOKED AWAY FROM THE STATUE ONLY TO FIND MY FRIEND’S AND HIS GIRL’S HEAD STICKING OUT FROM BEHIND THE ROOM DIVIDER PHONE IN HAND STARING AT ME. “SO WHAT DO YOU WANT MIA?” I SHOOK THE COBWEBS OUT OF MY BRAIN AND SMILED AT THEM “UH NO I DON’T DRINK HEINEKEN, MUSHROOM AND A GUINNESS STOUT PLEASE.” I SAID AND QUICKLY TURNED MY ATTENTION BACK TO THE JESUS STATUE.

I KEPT MY EYES ON HIM. HE DIDN’T MOVE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT I KNOW BECAUSE I WATCHED HIM ALL NIGHT LONG BUT I COULD’VE SWORN I SAW HIM BLINK A COUPLE OF TIMES.

Here There Be Monsters – Alianne Donnelly

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There have been times where my art has been inspired by something I have read. To date there have been only three authors that have made my muse look up from the world around her and nag me to death to create what she wants, Alianne Donnelly is one of the authors. Her Wolfen series inspired a series of post-apocalyptic pieces I did last year. I recently posted the piece below ( Soul Reflection) and in turn that inspired the phenomenally talented Alianne Donnelly to write  “Here There Be Monsters” ”  a fantastic, chilling short story. Check the story out you will be glad you did.