#skull face paint

[bamsara]

"you're not going to need this anymore."

self doodle while I plan out my halloween Costume

[rococospade]

"You know, I've always hated you. Everything I'd ever wanted has gone to you without you raising a finger... but I'll have this. Now. Put the knife in."

[platipusz]

Blood Witch

[meraarts]

We see the aviators Gideon wears as anachronistically modern for this archaic world, and Harrow reacts to them accordingly, but we must not forget that they are an ancient artefact, pre-resurrection. For all we feel like they mess with her Ninth image they must actually strengthen it to the other houses. This Ninth cultist is wearing ten thousand year old glasses to block out the light. I dare you to think of something more Ninth than that.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔄𝔩𝔢𝔨𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔞 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔷𝔢𝔴𝔰𝔨𝔞

[wearemercs]

winter barbarian by Oridal

[guardevoir]

100 days of art, 68/100 - more Turians because yes.

His name's Virgil, he's an ancient OC that I drew Once and then never did anything with because I did not have the art skills to get him to look right more than once.

Bonus: How To Turian (To The Best Of My Knowledge)

[theriverbeyond]

In the myriadic year of our Lord—the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death!— Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.

bonus: POV you are Harrowhark Nonagesimus

[dnuoh-xof]

Forever upset about this figurine.

[weirdlookindog]

H. J. Lührs - Killer aus dem Zwíschenreich (Killer from the Intermediate Realm)

Ccver art from Geister-Krimi #100, 1975.

[michalputo]

Harrowhark Nonagesimus. The Ninth Saint to the Serve the King Undying, the Reverend Daughter of Drearburh and Heir to the House of the Ninth.

Also known as Desiccated Mummy of Hate, Gloom Mistress, Sunshine, Hideous witch from hell, Bone Empress, Skull-Faced Fruitcake, etc...

Oil paint on canvas panel, 30x40 cm.

Seriously, The Locked Tomb is one of the best book series I've read recently. It's complex, funny and Harrow is an awesome character.

[necessarymeanstoanend]

(nude face + gore version posted below the cutoff)

alex forbes,

the year is 2009 and he walks into some sort of public function on Halloween. he wanders around the trivial arrangement, scanning faces and searching for anything that might pique his interest. the skull makeup is what catches his eye at first, a symbol he’d trained himself to look for and take comfort in. there should’ve been no good reason that a painted face was holding his attention for as long as it was, there were countless skeletal costumes running around, yet somehow this stranger was keeping him captive. maybe it was the well tailored suit (serving as a lack of overall costume) that paired plainly with this man’s gothic face-paint, maybe it was hour of night, or maybe it was the fact that this stranger wasn’t a stranger at all. the longer alex looks, he begins to see, a now grown man; who looks suspiciously like the boy he shot in the face three years ago. it’s hard to tell with all of that makeup, but a familiar whisper re-inhabits the back of his brain and he knows his doom for certain, the boy man is none other than the once brilliant and corrupt young student, nigel colbie.

sharing these as well bc you all should know by now that i can’t help but have 30 different versions of the same drawing.

[amparr]

Sisters of Sin

[orbular-shamura]

[magpie-murder]

i do not have fuck all else to post rn

[teal-skull]

Sometimes something you hear a random person say in a museum sticks to you so much you buy a magnet and never forget it.

Let me set the stage

I spontaneously went to an art museum, and it had an exhibition on impressionism. It showcased works from classic impressionist masters mixed in with nordic impressionists.

I walk up to what is obviously the crown jewel of this exhibition. It has been given it's own wall, with good spot lighting and a big junk of text beside it. I orientate myself so that I can take in this painting.

The painting is Les glaçons (Floating ice) by Claude Monet.

A pair of youngsters walk up to the painting. I think they are somewhere between 16-20. They had cool outfits, emo-ish style. They stop to look at the painting. Then one says to the other in finnish:

"This is fine/fancy but in my opinion meaningless." (Tää on hieno, mutta musta merkityksetön)

I, a person who has visited Monet's house in France, stand there, baffled by this. I'm white guy blinking at this person. In my mind I say: "Bro, that's Monet!!"

I kept examining the painting for solid five minutes, thinking about what that person had said. I was conflicted because while I disagreed hard, because a scenery painting in my opinion can have a fuckton of meaning, I could see where they are coming from, and in some sense, I saw a little spark of truth in that nihilist take. More of my thoughts are behind the read more link.

In order to never forget this moment (and perhaps out of some sort of spite) I bought a magnet with the painting on it.

Now whenever I see it on my fridge I think "fancy but meaningless...."

The thing is, while I don't think thats honestly might not always be the best way to look at art, and especially older paintings, there is some truth to those words. It's a very nihilistic take, but I find myself unable to completely disregard it. We have beautiful things in the world where their only meaning is to be pretty. They don't have any deep meaning given to them. Beauty is nothing but an obscure subjective experience we project into things. A fancy decorated hand mirror is indeed "fancy but meaningless". It's just a pretty object. And in some sense, that applies to art as well.

But then again, couldn't the meaning be that these beautiful things bring us joy, and turn the mundane into something that sparks happiness in us? Is that not meaningful in itself? Is the experience of beauty meaningless when it can awake so many emotions in us? Could it be that the purpose of this piece of art isn't to convey a deep message about society, but to capture a passing moment of natural beauty into something that will last long after the moment is gone? Or perhaps for the artist to show us what he he sees in nature, how the colors play, how there are no lines how light plays on the water's surface? In the text it's said that Monet had to paint this in freezing weather, and it was a huge labour, undoubtedly also physically. But he withstood the cold for art, to get his vision and to capture the moment. Saying the painting is meaningless is like completely disregarding the actual hard labour and years of practice that was needed in order to produce this particular piece.

It it not about being a physical manifestation of the artist's work, and technical skills and mastery of depicting light and color? Fancy, and therefore meaningful.