Wondrous, but strange...

H.P. Lovecraft portrait, first attempt.
Decided on the road less traveled and used his “smiling” photo.
Pencil on mixed media paper, 11x14”

“I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained; man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.”

—   H.P. Lovecraft in a letter to Reinhardt Kleiner, April 23, 1921 (via wondrousbutstrange)
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Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.

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Lovecraft’s Cthulhu.

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Happy birthday Mr. Lovecraft  <3

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Happy birthday Mr. Lovecraft  <3

Brom
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Clive Barker’s Books of Blood Vol. 1 (French edition)
Artwork portraying the story 'In the Hills, the Cities’.
Artist?

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Clive Barker’s Books of Blood Vol. 1 (French edition)

Artwork portraying the story 'In the Hills, the Cities’.

Artist?

screamasyouleave:

Stephen Fabian’s illustration for Clive Barker’s story, In the Hills, the Cities***The masterpiece that the good citizens of Podujevo had constructed of their own flesh and blood tottered and then—a dynamited skyscraper, it began to fall…The huge head, that had brushed the clouds so recently, was flung back on its thick neck. Ten thousand mouths spoke a single scream for its vast mouth, a wordless, infinitely pitiable appeal to the sky.  (You can find this story in Vol. One of Barker’s Books of Blood)

I&#8217;m so happy there is another illustration for this!  The imagery is incredible, I don&#8217;t know why I haven&#8217;t seen more portrayals.

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Stephen Fabian’s illustration for Clive Barker’s story, In the Hills, the Cities
***
The masterpiece that the good citizens of Podujevo had constructed of their own flesh and blood tottered and then—a dynamited skyscraper, it began to fall…The huge head, that had brushed the clouds so recently, was flung back on its thick neck. Ten thousand mouths spoke a single scream for its vast mouth, a wordless, infinitely pitiable appeal to the sky.  (You can find this story in Vol. One of Barker’s Books of Blood)

I’m so happy there is another illustration for this!  The imagery is incredible, I don’t know why I haven’t seen more portrayals.