The piece titled: The Embalmer’s Gift is a 14″ x 17″ sketch done in 6B soft graphite.
A man has suffered greatly at the loss of his wife. His evil plot, masked in the subtleties of of an old man’s humility, now moves to extinguish the last bastion of light in a world grown full of peril.
The hope of Darkshire twinkling in the gathering dark, for it is but a candle in the wind on a pale spring night.
July 24, 1998. The air is thick and heavy, the kind of claustrophobic air that makes your face hot and sweat just by breathing. The estate still by the quiet of the warm summer night, with the exception of the occasional roll of thunder outside the magestic windows draped in clamorous moonlight and dampened darkness. Midnight descends and all inside the Spencer mansion move slowly but not without haste, for their ravenous hunger is matched only by their insatiable lust for her insides. Her flesh reeks of the living, of fear, of perspiration; driving all shadows in the darkness to her blindly like moths to a lamp light. Who knows what Jill has spoken into the darkness, her walls closing in about her. I cannot get out, for these halls are a maze and its’ doors are a puzzle. I cannot get out. But if only I continue, I shall find more than just the answers… but my salvation as well.
At last, All Hallows Eve is upon us. The piece titled Skully is 11 x 14 in 6B lead and took about thirty minutes to finish. Happy Halloween everyone.
This piece has been gifted.
Another one hour sketch to commemorate the upcoming All Hallows Eve.
This piece has been purchased.
A quick one hour sketch to commemorate All Hallows Eve.
This piece has been purchased.
The third installment of my sketchbook is titled Riddles in the Dark. Completed in the spring of 2016, this piece is a depiction of my favorite chapter in J.R.R. Tolkien’s book; The Hobbit.
An experimental piece, cubes are used to create depth while contradicting sources of lighting create false perspective. The title while true to its subject, is ironically multifaceted. Then again, when one really thinks about it… It’s not that ironic at all.
Derek Traver Art 