I love mixed media artwork and collage. At least I did until I saw Valerie’s picture. Now I’m going to have nightmares about magazine cut-outs coming to haunt me in the middle of the night. Thanks a lot, Valerie!
Daisean’s artwork seems to take an opposing view to this week’s previous post. Rather than become an anti-bee the way Jalen did, Daisean’s artwork shows the strategy of attempting to blend in with the enemy by adopting the bees black and yellow color scheme. It’s going to be a tough sell though. All that screaming of “Help! Help! The Slayer is coming!” is bound to give Daisean away!
Bees are scary. There is no doubt about that. They are the ultimate kamikaze insect. Only good for one sting and then they’re dead. But that one sting really, really hurts! Or worse, if you’re allergic! I’m somewhat allergic. As a child, I was once stung on my right hand, and that hand curled up into a useless frozen claw and stayed that way for weeks! It was awful.
I have noticed, however, that Jalen has drawn the child in this picture as a sort of anti-bee. The red and green stripes of the child’s outfit are a sort of chromatic opposite of the bees black and yellow stripes (it’s also very Christmas-y). And the child’s reaction to the bees is interesting too. The word “Eh!” indicates this child thinks very little of bees, as in “Eh! So what! Stupid bees! I’m the ANTI-BEE!!” And then there’s the whole “Talk to the hand!” gesture the child is making. But of course, Jalen should watch out. Should the bees decide to sting, that hand could end up a twisted, useless, frozen claw. Trust me, I know from hard experience.
Jake is afraid of monsters, and so am I. I am afraid of that big pink monster on the left, which I fear wants to turn me into a gender-stereotypical pretty pink princess. I am afraid of the little round orange things in the middle which I am afraid will make me eat baby carrots. I am afraid of the yellow spidery things because… well, they’re yellow spidery things. And that peachy colored horror in the background reminds me far too much of my little sister.
But it’s the blue monster I fear the most, the one with the swirly eyes. That one is out to hypnotize me, I am certain. And if I am not very careful and I stare into its eyes too long, I will fall… into… a very… deep…
Did you miss me? Were you scared that I had been eaten by monsters, or worse, a giant spider? No, it was nothing that frightening. I tore my ACL two months ago and had to have surgery on it (which was kind of scary; I don’t like being cut up and sewn back together like Frankenstein’s monster!). Then I spent several weeks recovering. I can walk now, sort of. Actually, I sort of shamble around like a zombie. It makes going up and down stairs hard, but I’m scared of heights so that’s okay!
Of course, I’m also scared of Tahlia’s drawing. She has managed to draw several monsters coming together for what looks like a monster family reunion. There’s the mummy, the vampire (maybe he’s the daddy?), a ghost, a zombie, a giant gator (or maybe it’s a dragon) and a very large snake (I hate snakes! Why did it have to be snakes?!). And of course, there’s the big giant spider, serving up what must be the meal for this lovely reunion. Two people, snared in it’s web. I feel sorry for those people. I’m certain they’re going to be eaten. And I’m just as certain that I’m going to have nightmares about it for weeks! So thanks for that, Tahlia. Really, thanks.
I think that the scariest think that in think is, is to think that we can think about what scary is. When we think scary thoughts, do we scare our scaredy cat selves? Do our thinky-thoughts have that kind of scary power? Or can we think even scarier thoughts to scare the thoughts that scared our thinking selves in the first place?
I think… I have a headache.
Remember folks, as Stephen Colbert might say, “Don’t think. Feel!”
DeRahyelle is scared of ghosts because they could turn into dolls. That scares the bejeezus out of me too. I remember a horror story my cousin once told me about a doll with really long finger nails that came alive at night. She tore people’s throats out with her long, freaky nails, then hid her hands behind her back during the day so no one could see the blood dripping from her claws. I got rid of all my dolls shortly after hearing that tale!
I thought I had outgrown my fear of dolls, but seeing DeRahyelle’s artwork reminds me that there is a new breed of scary doll out there. Perhaps you’ve seen the Monster High dolls. These dolls don’t scare me because they’re monsters. They scare me because of the way they’re dressed, and because my nine-year-old and my six-year-old daughters want these dolls. And because I know when I open the door to trick-or-treaters on Halloween, I’m going to see more than one toddler, preschooler, grade-schooler or tween dressed up in those tacky, trashy outfits. Parents, do your kids really need to wear fishnets and bustiers? And if they do, wouldn’t it be better to be honest about all this and just dress them up like Dr. Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror? I mean, come on. If you’re going to sexualize your kids, do it right.
Or was that just too creepy to even suggest?
What I really fear in the end is that toy makers, television, movies, advertisers and the internet are all going to push my daughters into a way-too-early sexuality that they’re just not ready for. Does it scare anyone else?
I love it – love, love, love it! – when an artist fills the page with color. Coltn’s monsters just leap off the paper! The vivid blues, greens, purples and red make this piece seems like it’s actually moving, creeping its way toward me even as I watch. It gives me the chills! The bats are flapping around my head. Frankenstein’s monster is reaching out to grab me by the neck. That big bloody guy is stretching out his crimson soaked hand to–
A note from the editor: This post is unfinished due to the fact that the writer was found missing from her desk. She was later discovered… scattered across twelve different states. One of those being the state of insanity.
David is afraid of the closet. I am afraid of small children hiding in my closet, waiting to jump out in the middle of the night and scare me. I mean seriously, have you met my kids? You would not want them jumping out of your closet in the middle of the night. They might want you to get them a drink of water, dontcha know!
Personally, I am afraid of little girls who are capable of imagining, and drawing, giant lizards and icky snakes. Yikes!