Snapshots of Disturbance

These were inspired by some of the amazing Tim Biskup's Jackson 500 collection. Have a look at his website for some amazing gear.

These are inspired by the paintings 206, 207, and 226.
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The witch shrieks, her cries chill the hearts of those around, despite the overbearing heat. She is tied in an embrace with a stake, the last embrace she will know, save that of oblivion. Or hell. Her skin blackens and cracks, burning; now melting, liquifying in the flames as they rise higher around her. The moon, low and gibbous, frowns on the earth, and the clouds, angry, rain blood down from the crimson skies. Justice is being served. The work is hard, thankless. But it is God's work. And it is good.

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The angel burns, the Trumpet sounds like a voice from the heavens condemning man for his sins. The wings are charcoal, the beauty lost, flowing away. Golden garments are in tatters. Stars fall, raining down on the earth, glowing, exposing the godless shame. This is man's work.
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The demon stretches for the first time in aeons, its wings unfurl, it casts off the bindings that bit deep into its neck over millenia, ichor flows, and the air smells of sulfur, the perfume of hell. It tears off the last of the Tetragrammaton bindings; it is free.

Copyright, Blake Jolly, 2008.

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Also really awesome is the work of Nathan Jurevicius. Check Him Out.

Have a great one. Blake.