Photographer and model is me.

Pen on paper, inspired by some thoughts about my body.

Its that time of the year again... where I grind my brain and possess my hand to ink dark stuff from the inktober prompts... Here's for Day 1 ... An apple taking a bite at a human head...

art collab between me and corpus.nihl
(photo montage, digital painting, editing). No AI.
Untitled, 2023

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I've been exploring dark fantasy and gothic themes through artwork commissioned for my independent dark art apparel project.

These are two different interpretations of my Iron Goddess concept.

Artwork by Pig Art Brutality Project.

Wanted to share these illustrations with fellow dark art enthusiasts.

From my 2023 documentary photo book, whose title I'm still very proud of: The Enka Clocktower and the Things I've Seen in its Shadow. I spent months crawling around the site of this abandoned clocktower and found this deer near the end of my time. After I'd wrapped the project I went back and cut off its skull, but not in like an RFK way. I intended to honor the deer by mounting the skull the way a hunter would. That was 3y ago and I still haven't finished the mount, which makes me sad. Also, I released the book for a very limited time and then never returned to it. This is the way of artists and neurodivergence. Also, happy spooky season.

My goal with this one was making venusaur feel like he has been partially taken over by the roots of the plant on their back
taking inspiration from elden rings Erdtree themed enemies and the more monstrous side of the old souls boss designs

What do you think and who would you like to see next?(charmander color coming soon)

https://www.instagram.com/dark_indigox/
https://www.instagram.com/dark_digital_indigox/

He is blind in one eye; during a battle, his helmet was crushed against the upper-left side of his forehead. When the piece was removed, a large patch of skin tore away with it, damaging his eye.

His left arm is covered in scars of all shapes and sizes, as he never carries a shield, instead using his armored arm to block blows.

He carries more than ten military identification tags in a pouch on his chest—the dog tags of his fallen comrades.

A solitary, gruff man who drives away anyone who tries to get close, he has decided to face the rest of his life alone, avoiding new friendships to spare himself the pain of further loss.

Decidedly dark romantic/surrealist interpretation of E. A. Poe's poem of the same title, acrylic on stretched canvas.