I kept seeing the above image in my head and tried to find it online. Despite knowing it was likely one of Brooke Shaden’s, I couldn’t seem to find it until the other day. It must’ve been the luck of the new moon. Brooke Shaden is well-known in her field and has produced some of the most familiar surrealist photographs in the last decade.

The artwork above was created by Blixxa, who I know nothing about. Although I know Blixxa has collaborated with Mrs White in the past, he was active artistically (on Facebook and DeviantArt, at least) between late 2014 and 2020. Some of the artwork has a slightly apocalyptic feel, and most of it is dark. I find this unpretentious image of a

A well-dressed man stands on a piece of broken eggshell. In front of him, a newly-hatched giant white egg dominates the scene; tentacles rise upwards from inside the egg. The viewer is left with no doubt they belong to something monstrous and more powerful than the man.

At first glance, this image made me think of how relationships can be a double-edged sword providing both security and a sense of suffocation. Some people, no matter how well-intentioned, simply suffocate the life out of others. They somehow rob their beloved of that vital life force needed to create,

Although there was probably some transference in play, I felt like I'd been thumped when I first saw this picture. This image is harsh on my emotions; does the addition of the title help to nail its impact? I've loved many songs that speak of the impending doom of separation. But, how often

Kasia Derwinska’s art reminds me of the work of Leszek Bujnowski. Kasia has an awful lot of images to look through, but I didn’t even get off the first page before realising she was able to pull the viewer into a place of quiet. However, it’s not because of her choice of subject matter. She evokes

A couple of years ago, someone randomly sent me this picture with the comment they thought I’d like it, and I did. Despite the image provoking a sense of intimidation, I found it intriguing. I put it to one side for a post but somehow deleted it. I searched high and low

That’s what he said to me. Or, more precisely, “Do you have the patience to be like the nun in the picture? She looks dreamy, like you. Would you take your time like she is? Would you have all the time in the world to seduce me?” My relationship with Him has always been complex.

A fragment of memory… Of seeing this image a few months before. And of how it rattled me from the inside out without fully understanding why. Just the awareness of my stomach being turned and a desire to disembowel myself. Horror. I wanted to turn my head away. And yet I knew it

Is it a sign? But which one am I? I can imagine that many would assume this is a vision from a nightmare, and yet it’s the captor himself who holds the dreamcatcher in his hand. So, this is not her nightmare. It’s his dream. His stance suggests that he is aware that he may not be alone. He holds his