First artwork I'm putting up here on Hive, hope y'all like it.
I think the best way to put this one is that it's just about... paranoia. When you surround yourself with horror media- horror games, scary movies, books of monsters, and all that, and you can no longer separate delusion from reality. And nothing feels safe anymore. Life is horror...
This is actually a redraw of an older artwork of mine, that I randomly drew about a year ago. Not sure why I've been in this sort of nostalgic mood lately, going through old stuff- it's just what came to me Here's the original version, for comparison- admittedly, this older one, I was trying to make more minimalistic, which shows:
No, I can't do this, I can't take
this anymore. I came all the way
back to the Entrance. The door is
locked and it has a keyhole in the
shape of a heart and I don't have a
key and I tried to bash it down and
it doesn't budge and I hurt and the
world outside of the windows is
just a pitch white void.
I am dreaming and I can't wake up.
I bash my head against the wall and
the pain is real
and I can't
wake up.
I am in pain. I am in fear.
I am in misery. I am in horror.
My life is horror.
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