Aug 13 2011

#105 “Lucifer”

From Moonleopard

Ladies and gentlemen, another masterpiece greets our eyes today, but as is often the case with great art, there is an underlying mystery about this picture which constantly nags at me. My mind is plagued with possibilities. Let me present this conundrum before you, my dear friends, and perhaps you may be able to crack this slippery case of Moonleopard and the mysterious Lucifer.

Here’s the conflict: This picture comes to us courtesy of a contributor who calls himself/herself “Moonleopard.” This is an intriguing moniker to say the least, and I am quit taken with it; but what I find truly interesting is the fact that the email in which this picture was included presented the name “Lucifer” in the address. So is this illustration by Moonleopard or by this Lucifer character? Or are Lucifer and Moonleopard one and the same?

But the plot thickens: In the body of the email, Moonleopard claimed that this is an illustration of a close friend who just happens to be a werewolf. Hmmmm… Let’s think about this for a minute. If my knowledge of werewolves serves me well, I have come to know and believe that a person who actually is a werewolf may or may not be aware of his/her specific malady, meaning that someone could (theoretically) be a werewolf and not even know it.

Is it possible that Moonleopard could be a werewolf and the name of Lucifer is refers to that alternate identity in lupine form? Or perhaps Moonleopard is the true werewolf? Or…. maybe we are dealing with a werewolf/wereleopard hybrid? Also, what is the significance of the name “Lucifer”? In case you did not know, Lucifer is one of only three angels actually named in the Bible. The other two are Michael and Gabriel. But of course we know that Lucifer’s story is far different from that of his comrades, for he was cast out of Heaven because of his excessive pride. Is there a connection here? Is this an illustration of a deceased werewolf who has been transformed into a heavenly being?

I simply do not know…

And finally… Could it simply be the case that famed Megadeth frontman is a werewolf? I see the resemblance. Do you?


May 9 2011

#9 “Devil’s Plaything”

 

From Daniel

I suggest examining this wolf and reading the attached commentary while listening to the Danzig song, “Devil’s Plaything.” It will no doubt put you in the properly fearful and demented state of mind necessary in order to study this illustration.

Images of this wolf, one of the first that I received, still haunt my dreams in the dark, still hours of the night. When I laid eyes upon this demonic creature belched from the very bowels of Hell, I questioned my drive to continue in this project altogether. How could I have known that such abrasive creatures would accost my sight and pluck out my very eyes? How could I have anticipated this visual horror?

Now don’t be deceived, my words here are not meant to suggest that Daniel is not a talented artist. In fact, I believe just the opposite to be true. He is indeed a gifted illustrator, and this is the very fact that terrifies me, for it appears that he has studied some concoction of the dark arts that has inevitably lead to the creation of this devil wolf, this fiendish monster, this abomination of the lupine world.

Examine if you dare of the blazing eyes, reminiscent of William Blake’s Tyger, burning bright in the forest of the night. Allow me to draw your attention to the razor sharp fangs, fit only to tear the flesh from a screaming, terrified human prey. Take witness, if you have the courage, of the nakedness of the lupine scalp. Where are the ears? Were they scorched clean off this wolf’s skull by the flames of Hades? Only the devil, himself, knows for sure.

My only wish for you, my friends, is deliverance from this evil image before it is burned into your brain for all of eternity. But, if you do have the fortitude to examine this demonic creature in depth, then perhaps you may also wish to ponder the words of William Blake alluded to earlier. Good night, dear reader, and for Heaven’s sake, good luck.

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?