OK, I'm throwing in the towel for Cthulhu inspired paintings for awhile. The act of creating these things is just too weird.
It's one thing to make a painting that doesn't come out the way you want, or isn't something you're happy with when you're through. I'd imagine that everyone has been there. You step back from the easel with your brush in one hand, palette in the other and then "gaze upon the work which your hands have wrought." And with a sinking feeling, you realize that you don't like what you made. Disappointment? Sure. Anger? Maybe a bit when you start tallying up the costs of materials and time you invested. That would make sense and be normal. But these paintings are something very different.
I like the way this one came out, and think it really did capture the spirit (if you'll pardon the pun) of the original. The figures aren't happy. They aren't threatening either, they're just quietly miserable. For characters who appear in a Lovecraft story, that's about as good as it gets.
But once again, the difference between seeing this on the computer screen and having it on the wall is striking. Gah! This is a big guy and spans about 4 square feet of canvas. That's hundreds of inches of morbidity to look at all at once, and the experience is far from pleasant. I think it's time to move to a happier game. Next project: Psychonauts! WOOT!
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