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Art that’s as dark as it is evocative; discover horror-inspired artwork, from twisted mutations of classic paintings, chilling sculptures, spooky photography and more.
The Lions of Ancient Antiquity
LION GATE The approach to Mycenae is substantial and if you were not a friend, it was going to be tough to get in. Mycenae is one of the great citadels of Mycenaean Culture, during the Bronze Age, located on mainland Greece. Mycenae traded throughout the Mediterranean and became quite wealthy and quite powerful between the years of bout 1600 and 1100 BCE. There were several cultures that thrived in this area during the Bronze Age period. One is Cycladic, located on the Cycladic islands. The other is the Minoan Culture, which was on the island of Crete.
Rebecca A Hyde GonzalesPublished 27 days ago in Horror
Why I Love Horror
“Why do you love horror so much?” I get this question quite a bit, believe it or not. People who are more casual fans or aren’t interested in the genre ask me this because they sincerely don’t understand the appeal.
Jacquelyn PonPublished 4 months ago in Horror
The Polish Painter Who Created Nightmarish, Untitled Paintings
Zdzisław Beksiński was a Polish painter, photographer, and sculptor. He became famous for his unconventional paintings and photography that had elements of dystopia and surrealism. Even though his art and photography were criticized by many conventional painters and photographers of his times, he continued to refine his trademark existential style.
Kamna KirtiPublished 5 months ago in Horror
Analog Horror
I know it’s not Spooktober to post some spooky scary stuff on here, but there are some channels that I want to recommend for the horror genre lovin’ part of Medium. What I want to recommend to you is a new genre of horror, something called ‘Analog Horror’. It’s now popularized by many people online, some creators who gained their name from doing such content. If you are bored of the regular horror stuff on the media right now, then keep reading to discover a whole new genre of frights.
Rochan KumarPublished 5 months ago in Horror
5 frightening and anxious paintings
Why do we hate to love tragedy? It could be a horror movie, true crime docuseries or a nightmarish painting. The other day I saw a disturbing documentary on Netflix. I knew it was unsettling but I kept binge-watching it anyway and felt disgusted afterward.
KIMI KANGASPublished 9 months ago in Horror
Cthulhu Sleeps at the Foot of my Bed
LATENIGHT LOVECRAFT I played person today. This person spent a lot of time behind a counter, hands placated behind a back, head perpetually bent, downwards, so the eyes strain to meet other faces. This person (me) has a lot of issues that insurance-covered talk therapy won’t begin to chip away at. In saying this, the person is avoidant and in denial and just wants a room full of kittens to roll around in.
Emily JeanPublished 12 months ago in Horror
The Polisher
As I ran to school, I could feel the heat from the sun and my feet slapping on the tile pavement. I looked down and saw the odd dark spot ranging from different numbers on each panel. As I ran and felt gravity moving on my backpack, I noticed the shadows from a building. The architecture was quite upsetting. I looked through the window and saw an older gentleman with glasses. I developed the mentality, that if I’m late, then there’s no point to try to rush to school. I walked into the small furniture store. I heard the bell ring when I opened the door and saw him touching the tables placed around the store. I touched the leather and the texture felt so different compared to other stores I’ve seen. A nice old man turned around and smiled at me. I could see on his face that he was passionate about the store and just happy to be alive. I read his stature and could tell he was well calm and collected.
Pablo BalderosPublished 12 months ago in Horror
Free Coffee
After work, while waiting for my ride, I decided to go over to a local coffee shop and grab a cup of coffee. I strolled on over there, walked in the door, up to the counter, and ordered a medium coffee with cream and sugar, just how I like it. Don't judge!! The cashier lady was not my favorite cashier lady. She is a beautiful blonde goddess with angelic blue eyes, that I’d been crushing on for months. I didn’t see her anywhere. As a matter of fact, I didn’t see anyone else either. Just me and the “new” girl. An older lady, kinda creepy, with stringy gray hair, age spots, and these messed up looking green eyes. Anyway, she went to go make my coffee. Seconds later she came back with said coffee and placed it on the counter in front of me, rang it up, and told me the price. I, with anticipation of tasting this wonderful concoction that now sits in front of me, whipped out my debit card and proceeded to swipe it through the card reader. Then, the most horrific thing happened, those four little words that no one with a debit card ever wants to read, came flashing on the screen, UNABLE TO READ CARD. No, this can't be happening. So I swipe my card again, same thing, AGAIN, SAME THING!!!! Uugghhh!!! So the creepy cashier lady says, let me see if I can swipe it through on my side. Ok, anything at this point. So she swiped the card through on her side, same thing!!! Why, Lord, why. Meanwhile I can hear the coffee calling my name, Mike…Mike. Oh , the torture. She then looked at me and says, hey don't you work at the grocery store across the street. I say yes, yes I do. Here's the disturbing part. She says, It's "just coffee", you can have it on the house. The angel started singing, all the planets aligned and for that brief moment, all is right with the world. I got FREE COFFEE.
The Painting at the End of the Hall
It was a cold and rainy day so twins Atticus and Ava decided to go to their local art museum. They were walking between the red silk ropes looking at all the different paintings and sculptures, admiring each and every one. They came to a spot in the museum where they could go left or they could go right.
Visceral reactions to film; a study in true horror and how other genres can adversely effect your psyche
When I think about the first time I watched Lost Horizon, I get chills. I feel sick. I can’t feel my feet, and my legs get heavy. A wave of terror hits me.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in Horror
Black to Grey
At this time of year the trees are an ugly shade of rust, streaked with sanguine, crimson rivers that show us the patterns their sticky lifeblood traveled before the deep freeze turned the whole world amaranth; almost alive but trapped in stasis until the bloody sun decides to shed it's warmth on the hard soil of my family's estate.
Cass McLeanPublished about a year ago in Horror
Shooting Gallery
When the art came to life, we shot it in the head. We being me and Ronny Lipschitz at the behest of Steven Graff, because when the man with the largest mansion in Manhattan offers a couple of deadbeats twenty grand a pop, it’s in the deadbeats’ best interest to take the money and shoot some Basquiats.
Max MillerPublished about a year ago in Horror
