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Learn How to Draw Dark and Macabre Sketches with Sketching from the Imagination: Dark Arts

More about this Please enjoy this downloadable segment from our Sketching from the Imagination: Dark Arts book, featuring artists Ken Barthelmey, Ryan Brown, Filip Burburan, Albert Che, Matt Gordon, Jennifer Hrabota Lesser, Charles Lister, and Lenka Simenckova.Revel in the dark delights of the macabre in this artistic exploration of all things grim and Gothic. Glimpse inside the sketchbooks of accomplished artists from various fields as they share their inspiration, favorite tools, and techniques. Grisly beasts, morbid figures, foreboding compositions, and unearthly concepts line the pages of this darkly alluring volume.

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Sketching and drawing are fundamental to creating great art; the simple doodle is often where the artist first brings their ideas and concepts to life. In Sketching from the Imagination: Dark Arts, we have gathered together fifty talented traditional and digital artists to showcase work from their sketchbooks, share inspiration, and give insight into how they create imaginative and dark illustrations. Featuring a range of artwork and artists from many fields, from concept design and animation to illustration and comic art, Sketching from the Imagination: Dark Arts is a collection of beautifully macabre sketches with plenty of useful tips and creative insightsan invaluable resource that will inspire artists of all abilities.

Dark Arts focuses on horror, Gothic and the macabre. Most of the artworks are still somewhat related to characters. There are skeletons, zombies, weird creatures and other forms of dark fantasy. The line art from pen or pencil is a joy to look at. Good art never gets old and this book is definitely one that's worth picking up repeatedly in the future to peruse and enjoy. This applies to other books in the series.

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A vast circular presence, monumental yet weightless, darkly gleaming, metallic, glides suddenly into place above the heads of enraptured onlookers: this is more than they, or anyone, had expected; there is unfathomable power here. Roy Neary (Richard Dreyfuss) looks upward at the flying Mount of Olives that validates his personal quest: one that has led him out of the suburbs and into the desert, for a meeting with the sky. Focus on the cockpit of a jetliner on a night flight over upstate New York, pilots peering through the clouds, passengers just unbuckling their seatbelts after takeoff. Suddenly, an exclamation and desperate transmission from the cockpit, as the voice recorder would later reveal: "What the hell is this? Mayday, mayday - craft on intercept pattern..." Turbulence and incandescence flood the cabin's windows, as the emergency exit door is wrenched loose. As Fox Mulder and Dana Scully will later surmise, one of the passengers, Max Fenig, was to be abducted, once again, this time via a tractor beam right through the jet's popped exit door and into an alien craft. The aliens, however, are interrupted in their attempt by the Strategic Air Command, who have scrambled a jet fighter to intercept the alien craft and shoot it down. If the airliner gets in the way, too bad. Orders from the CIA? As in the crash of TWA Flight 800, the investigation of the resulting air disaster is surrounded by unanswered questions, intrigue, and possible cover up. Nearby on Lake Sacandaga, Mulder dons scuba gear for a night dive; he discovers an alien craft sunk beneath a lake in the vicinity of the crash site. Absorbed in inspection of alien bodies amidst the wreckage, he is interrupted by an entrancing white light from above. A few scenes later, Mulder's watch stops during a flight to Washington, a sign that an alien craft is approaching. The jet is abruptly intercepted by the flood of white light (See Carter, X-Files,"Tempus Fugit," 3/16/97 and "Max," 3/23/97).

What if Jung almost got the myth of Flying Saucers right? What if his system is translatable, just as we have just suggested, into the terms of structuralism and poststructuralism? From such a trans- and then post-substantiated Jungianism, what strange image or post imago haunts our filmic post-heroes? Imagine a kind of collective "Mirror Stage" in which the forms in the darkened glass of heaven are not so much genetic as mutagenic. These post imagos in the dark mirror become aliens in the precise sense that they generate alterity, differential or diffractive transformations of traditional "ideas." If we read the old Platonic eidos (idea) not as an arche-typos, an "originary type" but, as Bateson would say "a difference which makes a difference" (459) or as Derrida would write, differance, then what Jung took to be the mandala image of the flying saucer could be re-envisioned as the morphic play of the alien post imago. The "aliens" plummeting from the Lacanian sky then become none other than our collective selves inscribed like mirages in the desert air of a radical futurity lived as the wave of an ever-deferred present. The "collectivity" of what we might call this evolutionary unconscious is not established by archaism, as were Jung's archetypes, nor are they inhabiting some eternal psychic domain; rather, they are articulated in the languages of semiosis productive of communicative structures from the DNA helix to the syntax of this sentence. This is the play of language in the broadest sense, one that generates the bodies of "nature" and the dramatis personae of "culture," including of course those strangers from on high. In their images we become, in the words of Julia Kristeva, "strangers to ourselves," as collectively we deconstruct the authoritarian personae, the deep structures and the imaginary projections of our heritage and peer over the event horizon.

The second forms of ecological other, biological aliens, are aptly represented in the now classic films "Alien", "Aliens", and "Alien 3". "The Andromeda Strain", where extraterrestrial bacteria are introduced into the human bloodstream, as they are into Mulder's in "X-Files" (see Terma, 12/196), and "Mimic", where humans are under attack from genetically altered insects, are good analogs. In the Alien series a profound fear of the biological other, not to mention venture capitalists, as anthropophagous is expressed. Appropriate to the anti-patriarchic postmodern sensibility, the film has a female protagonist, Ripley (Sigourney Weaver), who takes on the conflict with the aliens herself. The most interesting aspect of the aliens here is their use of the human body as a host, from which they spring horrifically, with intelligence and stealth that will inspire Spielberg's Velociraptors, to ravage and consume their human prey. The "mutagenic" theme is clearly present in all three films, as the torso of homo sapiens becomes, in a gross caricature, pregnant with a new species. The terror of being violently transmuted is played against the heroic female protagonist's quest to preserve her life and species. Surrealist sets by H.R. Geiger add to the dreamlike blurring of worlds that characterizes the alien landscape, and powerful special effects by Stan Winston bring the voracious creatures, appropriately named xenomorphs, to startling life. All this happens, in Alien, under the sure direction of Ridley Scott whose darkly gleaming vision of futurity - what Paul Sammon calls future noir - was best expressed in the cyberpunk classic "Blade Runner". The deadpan humor of that film and genre, typified by the post phrase for "good day," "Have a better one," is best expressed by Private Vasquez (Jenette Goldstein) of the (appropriately named) Colonial Marine Corps in "Aliens", directed by James Cameron. As she readies herself for combat, doing chin-ups, Pvt. Hudson (Bill Paxton) asks her: "Anybody ever mistake you for a man?" To which she answers, "Anybody ever mistake you for one?" This repartee may be interpreted, of course, not only as a humorous jab at gender stereotypes but also as a reference to the mutagenic drama of the human-alien encounter. A punk band with a similar sense of humor haunted the late '70's with a comparable view of evolutionary alterity: "Are we not men? We are DEVO!" In any case, this is, typical of Scott, an alien vision with film-noir tone: a dark look askance at the biotechnological future projected by what Jameson calls the "cultural logic of late capitalism." The aliens are, after all, on Company property and might themselves, like Raptors, be commoditized. And by the time that Alien 3 comes along, the film series itself has become little more than product. As Rachel says in "Blade Runner", on discovering that she is a Replicant with human memory implants, owned by the Tyrell Corporation: "I'm not in the business, I am the business." Jung, finally, would no doubt have been intrigued by the theological implications of the latest film title in the series: Alien Resurrection.


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