#monthoffearart

[raqmo]

Last #thefinalmonthoffear piece! Inspired by "Don't Fear The Reaper". I always thought death is the end of our journey and something to be feared. However after watching a documentary about near death experiences, it changed my mind. One person on the show said she felt welcome as if she's going home, like the place was where she actually belongs. Thinking death as being reunited with our loved ones and spiritual peace makes it easier to live and appreciate everyday more I think. Knowing we will be welcomed home at the end allows us to drop our fear for future and focus on what we have in our current life. So, until the day comes, let's live in the moment. . Until the Death Unites Us Again 3x3 Mixed media . . #monthoffear #monthoffearart #hands #skeleton #horrorart #gothic https://www.instagram.com/p/CVgxbVRr9ZQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[monthoffearart]

“Monsters Unseen” Your true self.

Reiko Murakami Digital

[meritha]

Monsters Above, Month of Fear 2019 by Anna Lam Website | Instagram |  Twitter

No matter how much you repent, I will not forgive you.

[nightmaskart]

Pandora's box

by Savanna Mayer

Digital, 7″x8″

Done for the Month of Fear 2018 challenge, “Tears”.

[ysvyri]

“Meinir”

Photoshop CC

Done for the Month of Fear challenge, “Hollow”.

This painting was inspired by a Welsh legend that my dad told me. He is very sick at the moment, so I want to dedicate this to him.

The story is of Rhys and Meinir, childhood sweethearts from the village of Nant who were due to get married. They invited all their friends and family who brought gifts for the couple, one brought a piece of cloth, another bringing some yeast flour, everyone bringing useful things. All the guests and family were looking forward to the joyful occasion on the following day.

In this tiny village the people kept up the tradition of the "Wedding Quest", this meant the bride would run and hide on the morning of her wedding and await to be found.

When the big day arrived, everybody gathered in Clynnog Church, except for Meinir who headed for the hills.

Playing their part, Rhys’ friends searched high and low for Meinir, but to no avail. On discovering his bride was missing, Rhys returned to the Nant and frantically searched for Meinir’s hiding place.

Fraught with worry, Rhys spent months searching for his sweetheart, and slowly lost his mind.

Then one stormy night, while out wandering the heath, Rhys took shelter beneath his favourite oak tree. As he cowered beneath the tree, a bolt of lightning struck the trunk, splitting it in half.

To Rhys’ disbelief, the splintered tree revealed a skeleton wearing a wedding dress. Overcome by emotion, poor Rhys collapsed and died beside his beloved bride.

My dad told me this story when I was a child. Growing up in Wales I was surrounded by folklore, this story, in particular, has always stuck with me.

[stevieraedrawn]

Furor

http://fav.me/dbpzsku by stevieraedrawn

painted for @monthoffearart​ prompt: Howl

Twitch | Website | Twitter | DeviantArt | Instagram

[dreamdiaryfineart-blog]

“The foulest stench is in the air/ The funk of forty thousand years/ And grizzly ghouls from every tomb/ Are closing in to seal your doom/ And though you fight to stay alive/ Your body starts to shiver/ For no mere mortal can resist/ The evil of the thriller” (Michael Jackson “Thriller”) 

“Shiver”

20x20cm, ink, gouache, graphite, watercolor, colored pencils

Created for the Month of Fear 2017 challenge, “Shiver”

[ellofayne]

Hey everyone!! It’s finally halfway to Halloween and I’m running an art bundle sale in my etsy shop! I’d love for you to check it out. Limited time offer for 3 prints from my Month of Fear entries, and your choice of original Inktober sketch! 

[erikasteiskal]

WIP detail from my current project; drawing completed in Procreate with color/paint added in Photoshop. . . . #WIP #illustration #illustratorsoninstagram #breathless #monthoffear #monthoffearart #procreate #adobephotoshop #photoshop #ipadpro #applepencil #albino #fly #detail (at Seattle, Washington)

[eleonorpiteira]

Golden Armour for the ‘Costume’ prompt of @monthoffearart 2020 :)

Art prints here!  ✨

[raqmo]

This week's #thefinalmonthoffear is from "Pet Sematary". Originally I was going to use the frame for a different piece, but I didn't like how it looked together when I tested it and decided to make a new piece for the frame instead. The background of this piece is rendered darker than my usual scale for this reason, to match the contrast of the frame. "I don't want to be buried in a pet cemetery/I don't want to live my life again" was a catchy phrase; I wanted to make art about it. They say cats have nine lives, and I have the sparkly acrylic to have fun with, so here we go. 9 simmering metallic paint eyed cat. . Nine Lives 2.5x2.5 Mixed media. . . . #monthoffear #monthoffearart #graphitedrawing #catart #monstercat #catartwork https://www.instagram.com/p/CVVL_ZHLuJt/?utm_medium=tumblr

[monthoffearart]

“The Seventh Trial” by Jorge Mascarenhas

For the MofF challenge “Monsters from Below”

[meritha]

Monsters Within, Month of Fear 2019 by Anna Lam Website | Instagram |  Twitter Happy Halloween! For Month of Fear, Monsters Within. 💀⁠ This is Gwynithril. Like the other characters in my story, she became a witch via surviving an epidemic. Her transformation from illness is perhaps the most extreme out of all of them, having left her with a skinless body. She blends into society while constantly searching for a fresh identity to wear, feeling the normalcy of human life slipping away.

[nightmaskart]

“Howl” Savanna Mayer 10x7 digital nightmaskart.tumblr.com

For the 2017 Month of Fear challenge, “Howl”

[ysvyri]

“They Blink and Reality Shivers”

Done for the Month of Fear challenge, “Shiver”.

The saints cannot distinguish between being with other people and being alone: another good reason for becoming one.

They live in trees and eat air. Staring past or through us, they see things which we would call not there. We, on the contrary, see them.

They smell of old fur coats stored for a long time in the attic. When they move they ripple. Two of them passed here yesterday, filled and vacated and filled by the wind, like drained pillows blowing across a derelict lot, their twisted and scorched feet not touching the ground, their feathers catching in thistles. What they touched emptied of colour.

Whether they are dead or not is a moot point. Shreds of they litter history, a hand here, a bone there: is it suffering or goodness that makes them holy, or can anyone tell the difference?

Though they pray, they do not pray for us. Prayers peel off them like burned skin healing. Once they tried to save something, others or their own souls. Now they seem to have no use, like the colours on blind fish. Nevertheless, they are sacred.

They drift through the atmosphere, their blue eyes sucked dry by the ordeal of seeing, exuding gaps in the landscape as water exudes mist. They blink and reality shivers.

—Margaret Atwood, The Saints

[christinegriffinart]

“Even a man who is pure of heart,

and says his prayers by night,

may become a wolf,when the wolfbane blooms,

and the Autumn moon is bright.

                                                                   ~Joe Rotondo graphite on paper, digitally colored, ~5″x7″ www.christinegriffin.portfoliobox.net (What the heck, let’s give it a try! This fits into @monthoffearart‘s “Night” week.)