Hey there! This is my second short story (done within a very short amount of time). I’d like to call it a speed story :p ….. Ok, that was bad -.- Well, there it is and as always, I used the famous spell check tool and the ms word grammar checking tool to terminate most errors in this text…. but I still think, that both tools somehow don’t work. As a side note, this might be the second last short story, that I’ll release, before I’ll finish my first two books by the end of April (“The Pessimist” and “Grim”, but both are just working titles). I hope you’ll enjoy this little horror (?) short story. Btw, my books will be much more edited and of course a lot longer (who would have thought it?) \m/^^\m/
Aliens: The Orb
They’re running, through dark, clammy corridors and some round shaped chambers. It’s been an eternity since they last looked back. No time to rest, their muscles are burning under sweat soaked, cold clothes. Their small shoulder mounted flashlights are illuminating only a short segment of the path that lies before them. Bone-like structures are covering the uncharted, endless tunnels.
The paces of their steps are getting slower, heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent corridors.
Abruptly, one silhouette stops, holding his chest.
“Dammit Gordon, you showed us the wrong way you fucking idiot!” A mid-sized older man yells at his comrade.
“Shut up Mitch, it’s your fault why we are here in the first place, or did you forget that already, old-timer!” The tall, slender man yells back, while his eyes are searching the tunnels.
“Could you two please shut the fuck up? They’ll be hearing us if you two don’t stop shouting like two male moose during their breeding season!” A mid-sized female grunts at the two wranglers, in her hands she holds a pistol.
The others are carrying pistols too and only a bulky, bald guy carries a huge, heavy looking machinegun.
“All be quiet!” The bald guy says, his eyes glistening, his lips dry and a huge, gaping wound on his left muscular arm, that still bleeds into his greenish jumpsuit.
“What’s with your arm Will?” The woman asks, still looking for what may lie before or behind them in the dark.
“The air humidity won’t let it dry, it seems.” He answers, his weapon in an iron grip.
“Oh yeah, only he as issues right, Serenity!? My back is killing be!” Mitch splutters.
“Unfortunately, I don’t think that I’m that lucky.” Serenity answers in a serious tone.
Crack! A sudden sound, behind the four people, catches their attention.
“Behind us!” Gordon yells and the four of them swirl around to the back, weapons raised, with their fingers on the triggers.
“Die, spawns of the devil!” Gordon screams in a high pitched tone.
Blam! Gordon shoots at a human- like silhouette in the far distance. The muzzle flash illuminates the wet surfaces of the tunnels. The armor piercing round hits one concave wall and bounces into another one.
“Stop it!” Serenity shouts and grabs Gordons pistol while looking in his fearful eyes.
“Stop it, calm down!” She repeats.
Gordon nods and stares at the silhouette that’s holding up his hands.
“Gu… guys? A… are you the last ones? Is this all what’s left?” The Silhouette whispers. A flash of light touches the face of a shaking man.
“Yes Tim, we are the last ones, sorry to say this.” Will answers.
“Then… then we are all lost.” Tim snivels. His clothes are soaked with foul stinking water and some clear, chewy slime. The stank of battery acid surrounds him and under a provisional bound, which is made of one of his sleeves, the others can see, that a big part of his right hand is missing. Blood is dripping down the floor and into little holes, where also streams of water disappear.
“Time for my meds.” Tim sobs and out of one of his belt bags, he takes a bunch of greyish tablets.
“You… you want some too?” He asks, but the others refuse.
Serenity meanwhile scans the surrounding, but nothing can be seen. No suspicious sounds, no glisten in the distance that would tell her, that they might have to fight again.
“Tim?” She asks, while Tim swallows a handful of pain relievers.
“Y… yes Serenity, what is it?” Tim responds, a bit more relaxed, while water is dripping on his shoulders.
“Good stuff, isn’t it? Now you are thankful, that my company creates stuff like that huh?” Mitch says.
“Would you kindly, just shut the fuck up? Just for once!?” Serenity grunts.
“Whoa, ok ok. No need to be bitchy.” Mitch snarls and looks grinning at Will, but Will doesn’t react to the smaller, elder person.
“Ok Tim. First, how can you still be alive and secondly, where did you come from? There’s not been one intersection for the last few miles. Soooo, how could you follow us so fast, or did we run in circles?” Serenity asks and cocks her eyebrows
“No way, we left a beacon at every intersection that we crossed.” Gordon adds and Serenity nods slowly.
“You guys won’t believe me. I ran like hell. That’s all. After one of those smaller freaks chewed off half of my hand hehehe, they simply let go. And so I ran and I ran and bam, I fell on the ground, hit my head and when I woke up, I saw you guys from behind. Hehe, and Will, damn you have a fat ass… and um, I dunno, that’s all I remember…” The painkillers seem to work extremely well and Tim gets more and more relaxed.
“Oh man, that doesn’t make sense. We haven’t been in this tunnel before. So, where the hell did you spawn from?” Gordon says and stomps on the ribcage-like floor, like an angry kid would do.
“Enough with this stupid chit chat! I have a real question for you, Tim.” Mitch interrupts Gordon and nears the still bleeding, and confused Tim.
“Ok, listen Tim. I have only one, but very very important question for you. Do you read me?”
“Get cracking!” Tim answers, points at Mitch and mimics a gun with his one, still intact hand.
“Yeah, yeah. Very funny my old friend. But now, where is the orb?” Mitch asks, nervously rubbing his neck.
“Orb? What the fuck is an orb?” Tim, who seemingly had way too many pain relievers, asks.
“Jeez! Ok, I mean the orb, the small, but heavy round shaped object?” Mitch explains, but Tim doesn’t seem to understand.
“Well, the… the ball. You know? The small, greenish ball with the metal engravings…. The…” Mitch gets interrupted by Tim who makes a farting noise with his mouth.
“Hahaha, I was just kidding you old, greedy man. Here, I still have it. And nevermore call me your friend, you bastard!” He murmurs, dips into his jumpsuits pocket and flings an orb, the size of a grapefruit, on the ground.
“No, what are you doing you fool. This orb is worth more than you could ever imagine!” Mitch shouts and elevates the pretty heavy orb.
“You asshole wanted me to die in there!” Tim shouts and nears Mitch.
“I have no idea, what you are talking about.” Mitch answers, holding his left hand with his pistol up in the air, while holding the orb in his right hand.
“Oh, you know very well what I mean you greedy company ass. I’m done with you “old friend”. Pah!” Tim spits on the ground and reels.
Mitch doesn’t seem to listen to his old friend anymore. The only thing, that seems to matter for him now, is the beautifully crafted, partially translucent orb.
“Man, what a soap opera. Now let us get the hell outta here!” Gordon says and starts moving again. Mitch follows him by the foot and Will and Serenity also start walking again.
Only Tim shuffles around a bit behind the group.
“Um, Serenity?” Tim asks and holds his head.
“Yeah, what is it?” She says, while she observes the surrounding.
“You, you hehehe, you asked me, who brought me to here in this tunnel?”
“Yeah, you still haven’t answered my question.”
“I think , I remember who helped me getting to your position.” He whispers.
“Who could have helped you? We are the last ones, do you remember?” Gordon answers. A bit puzzled all are looking back at Tim, who stands about 85 feet away from the group.
“Tim? Everything alright?” Serenity asks. The flashlights barely illuminate Tim in his ragged jumpsuit. Tim just stands there, giggling like crazy and rubbing his face with his bandaged hand.
“Folks, something’s wrong with Tim. Come help me.” Serenity says but only Will follows her and nears Tims position, while Gordon and Mitch just watch what, might happen next.
“Ok buddy, now come with me. We’ll help you.” Will says and nears Tim, who’s still giggling.
“Tim, what’s so funny man? Come here, I’ll give you a…” But Will suddenly stops, raising his clumsy looking machine gun. The nearly flat battery of the mounted machine-gun-flashlight reveals the absolute horror.
“Will, what is it?” Serenity asks and tries to approach Tim, but Will is blocking her way with his broad shoulders.
“Stay back Serenity! And Tim, please come closer to me and make a step to your right.”
Tim doesn’t seem to listen to Will and Serenity. Instead he starts to giggle even louder.
But then he abruptly stops, raises his head and starts to howl.
“There’s no way out. This complex here has been abandoned for millennia and all that’s left, is death.” He whispers while tears start running down his cheeks.
“Tim! Get out of the way!” Will shouts, aiming behind the Tims howling silhouette.
“Too late bud! The demons brought me here… I heard them whisper in my dreams…” Tim whispers.
“Noo!” Will screams but refuses to fire.
“What? Oh my god!” Serenity shouts, her eyes widen in shock.
Tims body starts to twitch as crackling noises inside his body emerge. Blood spurts out of his mouth. Still alive he gargles. His own blood fills his lungs. Six slimy, black, glistening and pipe-like shapes showing off behind him. Demon-like hands are clutching on his shoulders, piercing his flesh under the thick suit. Then, a last crackling noise emerges and Tim stops to gargle immediately. The huge, black, bluish creature stands by four feet higher than its victim. An elongated, partly translucent head turns toward the shocked little group of people. Thin lips rolling up and reveal metallic, razor sharp teeth. Slowly the creature opens its strong jaws, capable of chewing through skin, flesh, bones and even the armor of colonial marines. Another set of jaws appears and growls while saliva drips from the tip of the teeth.
Hissss! The nightmarish creature behind Tim hisses as its bony tail finally rips with enormous force through the dead man’s body. The tail exits through the mouth, punching out teeth and ripping away half of Tims face.
“This one’s different.” Mitch comments with a wide opened mouth, seemingly fascinated.
“Shoot it!” Will shouts.
The smart creature understands and throws the bloody, lifeless bag of meat and bones at the four humans. Tims corpse lands on the floor, right under Wills nose, with a crushing noise.
Armor piercing shots are fired once again through the abandoned, ancient facility. But not even one shot pierces the enormous target. The monstrosity withdraws, faster than any living thing ever seen by mankind, into the darkness.
“Is it gone?” Mitch shouts, shaking and nervously looking around.
“I think so.” Will answers, still holding his rifle up.
“What was that? This isn’t one of the beasts we saw earlier!” Serenity asks breathless.
Before the four can start a little chatter Wills flashlight-beam reveals an army of silvery teeth in the dark. Countless arms and tails are pushing forward and snapping jaws are eager for fresh flesh.
“Shoot them all. Gordon and Mitch, you must watch the other side!” Will shouts and fires the first shots again. Holes are punched in thick exoskeletons, ripping away tissue and arms.
Pop! The head from one creature explodes. Its acid-blood defiles the whole place. Smoke rapidly fills the corridor. The creatures start running up the walls, along the ceiling and are heading straight up to their biggest thread. Their main goal is always, to kill the strongest individual first.
“They’re going for Will!” Serenity shouts while she dismembers some of the creatures.
“We are at it!” Gordon grunts, but something emerges from the other end of the tunnel, pushing him and Mitch aside into the walls.
From the corner of her eye, Serenity notices two tall, pale giants with some sort of device in their hands….
The Alien oil painting was done by myself and sadly I photographed it under bad conditions (the lighting isn’t really optimal where I photographed it…. in other words, the lighting is really sh*tty -__-). It’s a pretty tall picture btw
Hey there! I promised to release a short story today and here it is. It was done within about three-quarters of an hour and this time I used spell check for correcting (I don’t think that it worked -_-). Anyway, here it is and enjoy (?)…. I doubt it to be honest ;p
Oh and look, there is another oil painting I did a while ago (I thought it might fit the story and so I use it here as a mood picture).
Winter Terror ?
Darkness came early today and only some streetlights are illuminating the empty streets. Parked cars are gathering snow. Every now and then a lone figure shows up in some alley, hurrying to their warm and welcoming home.
Meanwhile, a little outside of town, at the border of a sinister, deep forest the residents of the suburbs are already preparing for the night.
It’s a beautiful evening and everything seems peaceful like every day. But in the far distance, a small set of bright lights appear over the forests treetops.
The lights are rapidly growing bigger as they approach the little suburb with an eerie speed. Then, all of a sudden they stop. Just a little over six miles away from the first houses they start to descend between the trees. The lights vanish and humming, silvery, round shaped vehicles are visible under the pale moonlight. Some geometrical, bluish glowing shapes covering the rough surfaces. A few inches above the snow covered, deeply frozen ground three legs appear at the bottom of each vehicle and finally they touch ground.
Snow whirls around before the humming engines finally shut down. A round door opens at the supposed front on each object. A ramp shoves down into the snow and black silhouettes are leaving through the brightly illuminated entrances.
Growling the creatures communicate with each other, pointing at the direction of the suburbs. One of them seems to laugh and grunt at the others before they are making their way through the snow. Their rough skin shines under the moon, just like their weird looking, nearly non-existent armor. Grunting and snorting they finally reach the suburbs. With the snow silently crunching under their flat, big feet, they sneak near the first set of fences. Through the nearby windows they can see their prey walking and sitting around some houses. The creatures, while they are assessing the situation, aren’t bothered about the cold weather. In fact, it seems like it is ideal for those beings. Fast they separate in groups of four to hunt their prey.
In the meantime a family is sitting in front of their bright telly and everybody seems to joke around. No one seems to notice, that a few shadows are running in front of the windows in search for an opportunity to enter the house.
The group of strange monsters searches for an entrance, silently growling. Soon they all will dine on the flesh of their soft looking victims.
“Hrrr!” One of the beings growls as it sees an opened window. It is only opened a bit and so the invader slowly pushes the window open even more. Just a second later, the predators can enter the warm house. The coldness slowly vanishes and the warmth of the house greets them. Somehow the smell in here is familiar for them. But they can’t remember where they last encountered it.
“Urrr!” Another one of the beings grunts. The warmth is more than they can take. The slippery surface, on which they stand on, shines under the moonlight. Through the nearby, slightly opened, wooden door shines some candlelight and muffled laughs from the family are audible.
The beings are so near to their prey, they almost can smell the tender flesh, but the heat is too much for them.
“Gurr!” The leader of the pack grunts, but just before the four intruders can escape the warmth, the window suddenly shut down. The four monsters, in panic, are trying to open the window, while their bodies are heating more and more.
“Honey, please look what happened in the kitchen and take a broom with you, just in case it is another raccoon.” The beings hear a high pitched voice say, but they don’t understand what it means. They’re getting dizzy and then the heat is literally killing them. One by one they drop down. Fast their bodies begin to dry out and within seconds the spook is over.
The door opens with a grating noise. A father, followed by his young son, is entering the kitchen, switches on the light looks around, in his hand an old broom.
“It was only the window. It has shut down itself it seems.” The man says, putting the broom aside the light switch.
“Ok honey, come back then. The movie continues.” His wife responds.
“Ok, we will be right back.”
But, the man notices something in front of him, near the window. The freshly baked gingerbread men, his wife made a few hours ago. His son nears the tablet with the rich decorated humanoid shaped cookies.
“Dad, look! Mom did some bigger ones with some kind of Halloween decoration.” The son says with a big grin.
“Ok, you can have one, but you must brush your teeth before you go to bed. Ok?”
“Ok dad.” The son grabs one of the bigger, strangely decorated gingerbread men and bites in it.
“Oh wow, they have some kind of crunch in them and… and there’s a filling inside them too. You must taste one of those!” The son smiles and takes another big bite.
“Hmm, mommy didn’t tell me, that she made some of those.” The father responds, grabs one of the big gingerbread men and some of the green filling drops down onto the floor while he bites into it.
“Mmh, definitely gooseberry. Ok, now back to mom.” The father says, and leaves the kitchen with his son, still munching the corpses of the former monsters.
Thanks for reading. My books are different from this short story btw ; (my books are also more edited and of course way longer duh XD).
Ok, awkward but also somehow exciting situation. Two days ago, the lovely Ema Thayer asked me via Twitter, if I might be interested in writing an author interview for The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. I wasn’t sure what it meant or how it might work… and I still don’t know exactly how it does. Seriously, I’m getting so mad that I must yell at my chair. But none the less, I’ll present you (four) people out there, my entry for The Next Big Thing Blog Hop (I like writing it, it looks kind of official).
10 Questions: The Next Big Thing Blog Hop
1. What is the title of your work in progress?
I actually still don’t have a definite title, but it will most likely be called “Grim”. Short and simple, like my attention span… oh look a fluff.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
I had already written some other books (still working on those) and wanted to write something entirely dark and gritty. Then I re-watched Children of Men, The Crazies, plus I saw some disturbing (interesting though) reports about some parasites and the growth of humankind and what might happen to us in the near future. I said near, but I don’t think that it’ll happen “that” soon. You know what “it” is? No?
3. What genre does your book fall under?
It’s post-apocalyptic fiction with strong horror elements.
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
I indeed had some actresses and actors in mind, while I wrote my book. I’d like to see Liev Schreiber, Ellen Page, Nathan Fillion and Jennifer Connelly in the main roles.
5. What is a one-sentence synopsis of the book?
Nathan, a lonesome man, finds a new hope and a life changing task in a bleak and deadly world.
6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
I hope, that my book/s will get published the “traditional” way (but hopefully without the need of an agent). Yes, sometimes I’m a bit of a megalomaniac (time to eat my 12 day old, moldy bread and drink my rainwater. JK ).
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript.
The first draft was only 2500 words long and was released by myself under a different title on Trigger Street Labs. Now it’s nearly 50 000 words long and I don’t know, how long it’ll be in the end.
8. What other books would you compare this story to in your genre
Hmm, good one. I haven’t read any post-apocalyptic stories that might be comparable to my book (sadly, otherwise I could have stolen some ideas from them, muahaha oh I mean I could have gotten more inspiration).
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
Many factors inspired me. Be it the daily news, scientific reports, movies and/or games. But most of my inspiration comes from the idea of creating a really gritty, dark book with just a tiny pinch of humor in it. Plus I had to write something very grim, after my work on my other books (they all have a pretty strong element of humor in them… at times, but that’s another story). I also wanted to write this book, because I simply like to entertain people with what I create. I can’t wait to see if this will be the case with “Grim”, but I sure had/have a hell of a lot fun writing it.
10. What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?
If you like dark, gritty, really bloody books that show the dark and the bright side of humanity, then this might be something for you. But don’t await all characters to survive the trip from the foggy, humid forests in the Catskill Mountains to the west coast.
And as a side note, if you like a few pictures in books (sometimes they can create a great mood), then “Grim” might be something for you too, because I create the cover and chapter specific pictures myself. You’ll find the pictures at the beginning of some chapters by the way.
Include the link of when tagged you and this explanation for the people you have tagged.
Ema Thayer tagged me on Twitter. Please visit her there https://twitter.com/emathayer and please also read her The Next Big Thing Blog post http://zoewhitten.com/2012/12/27/guest-post-ema-thayers-next-big-thing-blog-hop/#more-5460 . Do, it, now, or , else… you won’t get the cookie (it’s a chocolate chip cookie).
Oh and I tagged Tammy Salyer https://twitter.com/TammySalyer , Rashad Pharaon https://twitter.com/Rpharaon …. so far. I hope to suggest some more and I hope that both will write something about their books.
Hi there. From now on, I’ll present you a new oil painting made by myself, every week (sometimes two perhaps). And because this is my first blog post about oil paintings, I’ll show you three oil paintings (this is only a pretty small part of what I like to paint/draw etc.) and now I hope that you’ll enjoy them. BUT… before you take a look, I have to apologize for the awful lighting (the light reflections from my camera-flash are killing me :p ).
1 Mountain Landscape
Just a little side note. This is the very first oil painting that I finished (I don’t count the one that I made in school……12 years ago -.-).
2 Los Angeles (sundown – smog edition ).
3 Tree (yes, just tree, deal with it ).
Well, that’s it for now. Next week, I’ll show you a few strange plant paintings.
Here are just a few photos from my Norway trip (October 2012). I want to present you a few photos in a higher resolution (the ones in my blog entry from yesterday are extremely compressed). And now, I hope you’ll enjoy the “new” photos.
View from the Boyabreen glacier (opposite direction).
In the woods near Kaupanger.
Stave church in Kaupanger.
Opposite view from the Nigardsbreen glacier.
Nigardsbreen glacier (well, a very small part of it :p ).
This is the first cover design for my work in progress book, called Grim (I try very hard to finish it by mid-June). It might be the first cover design, but the final cover version won`t differ much anyway
If you like to know how the general feeling of my book will be, then you should listen to Stone Sours Red City, while you look at the painting (btw. 60×40 cm acrylic on canvas and it’s not for sale).
Sorry, what a cheesy title. Ok, I’ve been away for a pretty long time, but I’ll upload new stuff after April 23rd. A new blog entry about my Los Angeles/Yosemite/Sequoia National Park etc, visit with photos will be uploaded first. Then I’ll upload a review about the new Stone Sour Album (HoGaB Pt. 2) and I’ll upload the cover for my book called “Grim” (I like the title and think that I’ll use it).
So, see ya later this month \m/^^\m/
Hi there, this is only a short heads up for you all (the famous two of you ).
First of all, I’m very busy at the moment.
Why? Oh man, I’m writing my master’s thesis about the sea resort in my hometown (Eckernförde in Germany). It’s about tourism, sea resorts in general and the various kinds of spaces (in this case it’s about, how the sea resort Eckernförde was able to become some kind of hybrid space). Very weird to work on a master’s thesis to be honest (it’s nearly a 24/7 job at the moment, because the deadline is April 24th). I still don’t know what kind of results I will get, but this kind of work is a very exciting one for me.
Sadly, I don’t have any time left to work on my now 6 books, so that the first two of them will be finished by the end of May or June (instead of late April, because, well the day only has 24 hours…. which is a shame -.-).
But I will be able to finish a new collection of paintings by the end of next week (simply called colors) and maybe some very weird ones too (called “beautiful nightmares” ).
Oh, and on a side note, I try to create my own website during May/June/July, and hope to launch it a bit later
Thanks for your time and here are some inspirational songs, which I’d like to recommend (writing, painting- wise).
See you later and have a nice and productive day!
God of War – Overture = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-Bm6N4qbI8&list=PLEv6ZOEXiJYmmZ27Si62Hmp-2s80TlB4X&index=55
Two Steps From Hell – United We Stand, Divided We Fall = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxAUcgiCHvQ&list=PLEv6ZOEXiJYmmZ27Si62Hmp-2s80TlB4X&index=60
Iron Maiden – Coming Home (I love Iron Maiden in general and would recommend every song :p) = http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPlCp-eko7I&list=PLEv6ZOEXiJYkNPYm7EuGk-4Ei3y4c4z3n&index=35
Hi there. Here are some of the paintings that I have finished so far (20 more are in the works). I think about to sell them now… wait, nope, I won’t sell every painting. Why? I don’t know, I simply don’t want to sell some special ones (basically nearly every painting). BUT, if you like a picture, that I don’t sell, then you can ask me via email@example.com, if I could paint a similar painting, which you then can buy. But beware; I only ship paintings, when they are completely dry (oil needs a few weeks). In general, this here is more like an indicator, what you would like to buy (I might paint more of the desired stuff then ). So, now please enjoy (???) some of the the paintings that I have finished so far and maybe there are one or two that you might like. Tell me if you’re interested in buying a painting (first come, first serve or, who simply makes the highest offer muahaha :p ). Oh, and on a side note, there are some paintings missing here. You can see some more here (none of them are for sale) =
And here are the pictures (drum roll) and btw, I guess that I need a new camera, because some pictures aren’t sharp enough (the lighting here is weird :/ ). Sorry for that.
Sundown 1 (40×50) Oil on canvas (sold)
Forest (30×40) acrylic on canvas (not for sale)
Mountains (30x 25 oil on canvas not for sale)
Flowers (30×30 oil on canvas. Sold)
Abstract (30x 25 acrylic on canvas. I sell this one)
Abstract 2 Green Edition (20×20 oil on canvas. For sale)
Biomechanic experimental (20×20 acrylic with 3 D effect paste. Maybe I’ll sell this one but I tend not to do so)
Small Black and White Landscape (20×20 acrylic on canvas. For sale)
Desert Tree (30×25 oil on canvas. No longer available )
Dusk (30×25 Oil on canvas. For sale)
Ribcage Landscape (30×40 oil on canvas. Not for sale)
Night (30×40 oil on canvas. For Sale)
Head (40×60 oil on canvas. Not for sale :p )
Dead Space ( 40×60 acrylic on canvas. I might sell this one)
Spiral (40×60 oil on canvas. I might sell this one)
Alien (40×60 oil on canvas. Definitely not for sale, sorry, but I can paint tons of those. Simply ask me ).
Fern (40×60 oil on canvas. No longer available)
Moss – abstract (40×60 acrylic on canvas. For sale)
I hope that you liked these. Basically this is not what I paint most of the time (I love biomechanic and horror/ sci fi themed stuff. But I showed here the brighter paintings first