A Lonely Forest Run

DETAILS: Year: 2012-2014 Medium: Photoshop Style: Gothic-Dark Influence: Metamodernism, Graphic Design Model:  N/A DESCRIPTION: A Photoshop study that I worked on over the years. IMAGE: < < < < < <     > > > > > > Previous | Art Portfolio Home | Next See more pieces! Back to all art!

Castle Among the Peaks

AWARD: NATIONAL RECOGNITION Celebrating Art Published Artist Published in coffee table quality Celebrating Art Summer 2014 Sept 2014 Certifications FOREWORD: The mysterious castle sits alone in the snowy peaks of a rugged mountain. Casted aglow by luminescence, the castle radiates its own mystery. IMAGE: < < < < < <  …

Purple Vineyard

++++++++++Mistress Phoebe always grew green grapes on the wrought iron. From whatever tradition I did not know, but she always told me to make sure: the green grapes on the trellis, the purple ones on the soil beds. “The greens were best. Sweet for flavor, but green for sour.” ++++++++++I…

Nightfall Loans

Midnight silence forebodes a shadowy blue That distorts reality into fantasies of its own And within a night, the petal blacks bled through Like spots of supernatural undertones Sable eyes under moonlit night peeped anew To view a fabled valley to sadness-prone But before twilight coffers had chance to accrue…

The Forest of Smoke

++++++++++My grandparents knew of a little girl who got lost in the forest– Gone: like clouds in the night, dissipated under the guile of the moon. ++++++++++They told me her name–Jessica Gray–, and they told me her problem–lunacy. “She was always very strange around evening time,” they told me. “Avoid…

Mossed Ballroom

Amongst our dimly lit soirée We reveled in sampled gloom Murky drays topple on the way Whilst we breathed such dreadéd fume A ball of crystal, we’d assume Saw the tragedy in gray Prepared the tools in the next room Had we known drays to sway But came the wagon…

Crystal Cake

There was a wonderful chime in the air that morning. Unlike the ordinarily heavy tolls, the sing-song voice of the bells complimented the choir; the quiet chatter of the townsfolk below refreshed the early day experience like orange juice to toast. All seemed dandy. It was, after all, her coming…

The Manor’s Guest 2

In centuries of Fychester tradition, sunlight had never been so harshly rebuked. Lord Darius ached from last night’s, well, childish tantrum of wallowing fervor — he would never again embarrass himself. Not in front of Anderston. He eased himself up against his pillows, intricately woven by a tailor up north,…

The Manor’s Guest 1

Godly rumors drifted down with the breeze as she, the lovely angel from a haven far west, beguiled the gates to let her in. The entrance had not stopped creaking for forty-four years, but somehow, at that very same moment she gently pressed the doors apart, the rust took to…

Mistress and Traveler

It was Tuesday. She dined in an evening gown and an elegant feathered hat. All these pieces were stylishly refined in cut–not old, but not quite new either. She was, morning or evening, perfectly correct in dress; I had no doubt about it. Her whole existence seemed faultless, well timed…

Who Am I?

Who Am I? Christopher Denq 2010 I am someone who walks along side you Not someone who walks away On the darkest days, I’d make you laugh Comfort when your mind’s in sway I won’t judge a flower by its color Won’t mind sharing thoughts with you Will always remember…

Tree

Tree Christopher Denq ~2009 The air around freezes As frost makes its lair But no matter how cold Still, it is there The wind howls proudly With evil does it blare But not matter how loud Still, it is there Some people come over And at the bark they tear…