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Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-59242406314240477552014-10-31T16:31:00.000-07:002014-10-31T16:51:40.840-07:00Kristina Carroll - Masks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Sometimes we do what we think people want. Sometimes we do what we think will make us the most money. Sometimes we are just afraid that no one will support who we really want to be. It's a mask we've all worn it at some point. But what happens when we surrender to that little spark inside and reveal our true selves?<br />
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This is a book-end to <a href="http://monthoffear.blogspot.com/2014/10/kristina-carroll-what-are-you-afraid-of.html" target="_blank">False Muse</a>.Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-73224743472094046962014-10-31T15:00:00.000-07:002014-10-31T19:39:15.696-07:00Kevin Jay Stanton - Masks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wasn't sure what I wanted to do for this challenge, but I love Noh masks and the ways they depict emotions and monsters. So I made a glitchy gif. This is probably the extent of my spookiness!Kevin Stantonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301226324583629767noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-56205106084362404342014-10-31T14:00:00.000-07:002014-10-31T19:27:39.565-07:00Samuel Araya - Masks<a href="http://www.samarayaart.com/" target="_blank">Samual Araya</a> is focusing a lot on masks for his upcoming art show in November. One of his biggest themes is <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_King_in_Yellow" target="_blank">The King in Yellow </a>and he did a series of images of the royal family in Carcosa, each one done under the premise that the "Wear no mask" of "The King in Yellow".<br />
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The above work was done on ink on prepared paper, Check out <a href="http://www.samarayaart.com/" target="_blank">http://www.samarayaart.com/</a> or follow him on <a href="https://twitter.com/paintagram" target="_blank">twitter </a>for updates!Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-75887476604489829182014-10-31T13:30:00.000-07:002014-10-31T19:32:32.383-07:00 Jana Heidersdorf- Masks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-70312138731445444102014-10-31T11:43:00.003-07:002014-10-31T11:43:52.274-07:00Masks - Daniel Nyari<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We each have a choice at any moment which face we will wear, and most often the face others choose mirrors our own.</div>
Noniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12284313718593137785noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-66802022003870701322014-10-31T10:52:00.001-07:002014-10-31T11:52:56.076-07:00Masks - Tim Paul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lock, Shock and Barrel from The Nightmare Before Christmas are some of my favorite Character designs, because I think they capture perfectly all the iconic figures from my childhood for horror. On top of that, their real faces are so close to their masks, when they wear them, there's not much difference.<br />
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TimPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06654955006308249313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-77686107212818244672014-10-31T08:00:00.000-07:002014-10-31T08:00:03.051-07:00Reiko Murakami - M A S K S<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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First self portrait after graduation...in almost a decade. I found I have weirdly thin and long neck. Self discovery, woot!</div>
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Happy Halloween everyone! Here's a Weeping Angel for you, better late than never right?</div>
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A big thing that creeps me out about the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who was they blend in well enough that they don't need to exist tucked away in the dark corners of the world.</div>
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I'm a history nerd; this probably explains my fascination with masks of past civilizations and my desire to shuffle components from different eras when creating this image. The mask featured here is a combination of a Medieval plague mask, an Etruscan Acheloos mask, and a pagan headdress. Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17978197195815283703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-82412477601550210842014-10-30T14:46:00.001-07:002014-10-30T14:46:42.034-07:00Erika Steiskal - Haunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wanted to capture the anxiety of sensing something just out of sight.</div>
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Masks hold secrets. They have empty eyes that give nothing away. No doubt that people wearing masks can be spooky, but those hanging alone on the wall or tossed aside after their purpose is met are perhaps the most unnerving; their expressions frozen forever. Here, I imagine a place where they have a life of their own. From where have they come and what are they after?<br />
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This is a pencil drawing that I noodled in my sketchbook. I may experiment with some digital color on it when I have the chance.jaimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05489984257586601286noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-9055564613378972392014-10-29T06:23:00.000-07:002014-10-29T06:23:27.057-07:00Jason Cheeseman-Meyer -- Masks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Without masks, how would we know who we're supposed to be?Jason Cheeseman-Meyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11814893490717917037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-53560816716515476112014-10-28T14:31:00.000-07:002014-10-28T14:31:00.342-07:00Lee Moyer - M A S K S<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mike Manomivibulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16575938774470581458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-63349454051317821262014-10-28T09:35:00.000-07:002014-10-29T05:37:07.301-07:00Iris Compiet - masks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The masks that frighten me the most are the ones I wear myself. It is about hiding ones true feelings, in order to protect oneself. But do these masks really protect or do they harm us more than our showing our true feelings? Does a mask of strength really work when you feel lost and defeated or is it just a way to kid yourself and hide those things in the darkness of ones soul?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-19668226405042394342014-10-27T23:51:00.003-07:002014-10-27T23:51:32.444-07:00Carly Janine Mazur - M A S K S<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I took a different turn in interpreting masks. Rebellion, dissatisfaction with society and government, it's all very scary and very serious and very, very real. As a race, us humans have gone through a lot lately, and for our benefit, I hope to see that we will all rise up and fight for what we believe in and change the world for the better through intelligence and cooperation rather than violence.Carly Mazurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06324040235139033941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-60557281579117513362014-10-27T08:50:00.000-07:002014-10-27T08:55:34.408-07:00Primary Hughes - M A S K S<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I was thinking about how the anonymity of the internet is a breeding ground for bullying and the growth of whisper campaigns that damage us all. A person can release their vicious thoughts into the world to spread, and then “go dark” behind the mask of the internet.</div>
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Primary Hugheshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14984927522505997065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-91825193167669358612014-10-27T05:44:00.000-07:002014-10-27T05:44:22.179-07:002014 Challenge #5 - Masks<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>“Camilla: You, sir, should unmask.</i></div>
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<i>Stranger: Indeed? </i></div>
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<i>Cassilda: Indeed it’s time. We all have laid aside disguise but you. </i></div>
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<i>Stranger: I wear no mask. </i></div>
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<i>Camilla: (Terrified, aside to Cassilda.) No mask? No mask! </i></div>
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<i>-- The King in Yellow, Act I, Scene 2.” </i></div>
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<i>― </i>Robert W. Chambers<i>, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories</i></div>
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Masks are synonymous with Halloween. It is said on this night the veils between worlds are thinnest and things from other side cross over more freely. Spirits of nature, ghosts, fairies.... In old halloween tradition, people would wear masks to hide from these things, blend in.<br />
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What is your mask?<br />
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From October 27-31: We will be making art about "Masks". Share yours with us on <a href="https://twitter.com/MonthofFear" target="_blank">twitter </a>using #<a href="https://twitter.com/search?q=%23monthoffear&src=typd" target="_blank">monthoffear</a>.Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-36264289394974903822014-10-27T05:29:00.001-07:002014-10-27T05:31:10.237-07:00Guest Art - Haunted<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I think we can be haunted by past versions of ourselves. Whether it’s the things we said, decisions we made, or relationships we had, it can seem like an entirely different person.</div>
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It’s also kind of just a mashup between a Scooby-Doo mirror/painting and Lo Panfrom Big Trouble in Little China</div>
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Most haunted place? Definitely the hallway. Ask our cats. Why else would they be watching empty walls<br /><br />Kristina Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657971839131082808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-89700921957208242822014-10-24T09:57:00.002-07:002014-10-24T09:57:53.322-07:00Sarah Gay-O'Neill - Haunted<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Documenting relics are a common occurrence in my work. I am fascinated by the things we leave behind; what others have left behind before us. I find them haunting and intriguing. Everything from the coins I receive upon making a purchase, wondering: "What has this penny from 1940 bought in it's days...? How many hands has it passed through? Did it purchase good or bad things?".<br />In the past few years I've been particularly taken with old homes and clothes. They keep reappearing in my work. I am completely taken by how these relics outlive the people who have worn/lived in them. What experiences did they have in those clothes, shoes, homes, etc?<br />I am haunted. Delightfully haunted with curiosity.<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16867956057388529621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-71988801256671236902014-10-24T07:54:00.001-07:002014-10-24T07:56:31.066-07:00Rovina Cai - Haunted<br />
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All the buildings at my primary (elementary/grade/whatever-you-call-it) school were old Victorian houses that had been turned into classrooms while still preserving much of the original decor. The school library was in a particularly dim and dusty house that looked a bit like the Gryffindor common room. Occasionally, while tucked away in some dark corner reading scary stories, you'd feel a gentle breeze even though no one had walked past, or hear the floorboards creak in the empty attic above. Theories about hauntings were ripe, with each story more far-fetched than the last.</div>
Rovina Caihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07412079185507622177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-5741571021609748382014-10-22T17:01:00.001-07:002014-10-22T17:01:38.885-07:00Jorge Mascarenhas - Haunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2sSa4SaGw0/VEhFJ-yR81I/AAAAAAAAB48/VphQJMkS0Ow/s1600/GhostWatching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2sSa4SaGw0/VEhFJ-yR81I/AAAAAAAAB48/VphQJMkS0Ow/s400/GhostWatching.jpg" /></a></div>
October sightseeing.Jorge Mascarenhashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727538320980884224noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2147771175298874458.post-71279584641404635082014-10-22T08:30:00.000-07:002014-10-22T08:30:00.918-07:00Elisabeth Alba - Haunted<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My grandparents in Spain lived in this amazing apartment in Madrid filled with antiques, including a massive 17th century portrait of a man in armor, hanging in the dining room. It had the type of eye that was always directed at you. It was visible from the main hallway and my sister and I hated walking by the entrance to the dining room and see his eyes staring at us, especially at night.Elisabeth Albahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11594760257037917951noreply@blogger.com1