Astanael

Tag: Cemetary

  • Nothing’s left

    My husband’s dead, so is my brother.
    So is my sister, so is my daugther.
    My home is gone, I’ve got nobody
    I’m even missing half of my son’s body
    What am I now? I can do but one thing
    Waiting for the end, I’m just watering.

    ***

    Mon mari est mort. Mon frère aussi
    Ma soeur est partie. Ma fille aussi.
    Je n’ai plus de maison, plus d’amis
    Je n’ai même pas la moitié de mon fils.
    Que suis-je désormais ? Je n’ai plus peur
    En attendant la mort, j’arrose les fleurs

    Sad pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-triste-mine sur carnet A6        

  • Roaming Ghoul

    “It was not any mere artist’s interpretation that we saw; it was pandemonium itself, crystal clear in stark objectivity. That was it, by heaven! The man was not a fantaisiste or romanticist at all—he did not even try to give us the churning, prismatic ephemera of dreams, but coldly and sardonically reflected some stable, mechanistic, and well-established horror-world which he saw fully, brilliantly, squarely, and unfalteringly. God knows what that world can have been, or where he ever glimpsed the blasphemous shapes that loped and trotted and crawled through it; but whatever the baffling source of his images, one thing was plain. Pickman was in every sense—in conception and in execution—a thorough, painstaking, and almost scientific realist.”

    – Pickman’s Model, H.P.Lovecraft

    Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Commission for Paul Baldowski