Give up the ghost Bob.

So in light of the new seasons being made for old reveled TV Shows like the X-Files, I recently purchased the definitive edition of David Lynch’s spectacular nightmare of Twin Peaks on BluRay. Not only does this collection hold a fully remastered rendition of the original two axed seasons of Twin Peaks, but there is third extra which is solely devoted to the missing pieces of his Prequel Sequel film: Fire Walk With Me.

I first watched this film when I was 15. Having watched the series before the film, it obviously filled in a few of the gaps. But as a whole the film doesn’t make a hel-lalot-a sense. See when Mr Lynch made Fire Walk With Me, the film was originally an odd 3 and a half to 4 hours long. The studio obviously cut that, as they went overtime and over budget. But the final theatrical cut, was so all over the place that even fans have a difficult time trying to piece the pieces together. But not for long.

There was a scene that struck out for me in this film, where Agt. Coop, comes back to the Bureau’s headquarters, to tell his boss that he was troubled by a reoccurring nightmare in that very building. After much confusion and an entrance from David Bowie, the scene cuts to a room filled with the souls from another place. It was so out of this world and prophetic, that I had never seen a film like this.

Now with the extras this scene makes so much more sense.

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I had a dream about this once. I couldn’t find my way home… …and then I realised I was dead.

Bastards! That what the followers of the White Christ are! Bastards! They eat their own God- eat his flesh and drink his blood! Abominable! They hate us and want us dead. Pray to the Gods to protect you- We have many Gods; they have only one.

You ought to see my new mind… it’s up there in lights..

Dr. Edward Morbius: In times long past, this planet was the home of a mighty, noble race of beings who called themselves the Krell. Ethically and technologically they were a million years ahead of humankind, for in unlocking the mysteries of nature they had conquered even their baser selves, and when in the course of eons they had abolished sickness and insanity, crime and all injustice, they turned, still in high benevolence, upwards towards space. Then, having reached the heights, this all-but-divine race perished in a single night, and nothing was preserved above ground.

Panorama.

A few months ago I got commissioned by Dumbsaint an instrumental metal band based in Sydney, Australia; to illustrate and design there new upcoming album for vinyl. We’ve been friends for a while via Instagram and still maintain contact. However, due to reasons beyond my control and time constraints on their end, the illustrations fell thru. Eh, it happens!

The idea, whilst not initially explained to the band, was taken from an earlier sketch of a man in-front of a void. I manipulated that, blew it up and made him stand profile view in front of a pupil that was just about to grow larger from the contraction of darkness.That darkness can then be seen on the right side of the frame as psychotic transformation if you will. I must make point, this illustration was meant to be continuous, yes the right side connects with the left side creating one perfect eyeball.

The music is super heavy, like a mish-mash between This Will Destroy you and Sleepmakeswaves. While I’m not a massive fan of the post-instrumental drone genre, Dumbsaint are definitely one of a kind. Their music is not the integral part of the process. Indeed for every EP and album they have released a film is accompanied. Neat hey!

This new album, which can be found here: https://dumbsaint.bandcamp.com/
My favourite tracks are definitely 3 and 4.

My illustrations for the record and just in general can be found here:
http://instagram.com/dusoodoo

Now while the illustrations weren’t used, I am prioritizing the gatefold interiors, covers and sleeves I specifically drew for other means. Hopefully with the help of this blog over time I’ll be able to transpire into further specifics.

But just to stir yo noodle. Here was what was going to be the interior.

Works done on Stonehenge paper using Copic and Micron markers 0.05,0.1,0.03, 0.2, 0.5 and 0.8

The Nine Billion Names of God.

He began to sing, but gave it up after a while. This vast arena of mountains, gleaming like whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not encourage such ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.

“Should be there in an hour,” he called back over his shoulder to Chuck. Then he added, in an afterthought: “Wonder if the computer’s finished its run. It was due about now.” Chuck didn’t reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just see Chuck’s face, a white oval turned toward the sky. “Look,” whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.)

Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out. (Arthur C. Clarke)