Raul D’Mauries is an artist in the Bay Area. His work has been featured across California. A self-taught artist, Raul began painting with oils and acrylics in 2005. Surreal artists such as Salvador Dalí and René Magritte are major influences, but Raul defines his style as “low brow” or pop surrealism. He continues to experiment with different styles and mediums to improve his techniques.
Raul’s art will be featured at 3Dot Art Gallery in Alameda California for the month of October (2017). 3Dot Art Gallery is one of the businesses featured in Alameda’s 2nd Friday Art Walk. Check it out to see what other art events are happening. During the month of October, 3Dot’s neighbor gallery, Studio 23, will present it’s popular UV Blacklight Art Show. If you’re in the Bay Area, don’t miss a fun, free and sensory filled experience at both 3Dot Art Gallery and it’s sister gallery Studio 23!
Vietnamese born artist Duy Huynh creates poetic acrylic paintings inspired by stories drawn from ancient folklore, comic books, film, and music. He moved to the United States in the early 80s and took refuge in art as he struggled with language barriers and his new environment. Themes of cultural and geographical displacement frequently appear in Huynh’s. His attempts to connect fluid patterns in nature with that of human designs creates a juxtaposition of movement and stillness. You can see more of his original works in his archives.
Atsuko Goto’s dreamlike illustrations are ethereal visions of otherworldly beauty submerged in a cloudy haze. Working in watercolor and lapis lazuli on cotton, Goto investigates the fundamental relationships between humankind and nature, death, decay and regeneration. She is a graduate of the National University of Fine Arts and Music Tokyo.
Visit Goto’s page HERE for more of her amazing works.
Igor Morski is a Polish painter, illustrator, scenographer and graphic designer with a surreal, dreamlike style. His work is detailed and intriguing like most surreal art, but his images look so real they give the sensation of photographs from a magical world. His work is inspired by nature and society, the most import motifs in his art.
More Images Here
My previous zombie apocalypse dream took place in the 1850’s and centered on me as a single, working mother with my own chocolate shop (see earlier post). A more recent zombie apocalypse dream took place during present times in a dark, older house that was very large, like a mansion, but had been converted into a research facility. There were three stories and a large attic; the first floor also had a large greenhouse that was being used for various kinds of scientific research. Most of the people occupying the house were scientists or researchers who I didn’t know well; except for Tonya, who is a very good friend and colleague. She was at the house collaborating on research and escaping from the infectious plague that had ravaged her neighborhood. Tonya’s son was with his grandparents, but her boyfriend (I’ll call him Billy B.) was with us. The plague that I’m referring to was a highly contagious bacterial infection that was ravaging the human population. Symptoms included rotting flesh (similar to Necrotizing fasciitis), a greenish/gray color to the skin, erratic movements and violent, rage-filled tendencies (like those associated with rabies). The bacteria also attacked the esophageal lining which caused a rasping, gurgling noise by those infected. To put it bluntly, you became a zombie. There was no effective cure, but doctors could slow the progress of the disease in some patients. It had become an epidemic.
There was a level of commotion in the house as most of us were wrapping up our research and getting ready to leave. Each person was deciding whether to go home or head somewhere else depending on how badly their area had been affected by the disease. I, on the other hand, was very distracted with keeping a particular plant alive. For some reason, it was important to keep the specimen healthy, but it kept getting infected. The plant itself, and the soil it was in, oozed with a bacterial slime. I kept cleaning it and transferring it to new, fresh soil, but the infection would return. I made my way to the attic to find a clean container in which to transport the specimen, but when I got there I found Tonya frantically unpacking her belongings in a small, back room. She was disheveled and in a state of panic. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was going to hide out in the attic to stay safe and away from the epidemic. She was going to get her dog and cat, but leave her son with her parents to keep him safe. I didn’t understand her urgency, or why she had made those decisions, but I didn’t question her. I went back downstairs to find a container and figure out what I was going to do. As I was half way down the steps, I heard a gurgling, sputtering noise coming from the attic. I walked back up and peeked around the corner. Billy was standing over Tonya, obviously infected. He was not to the point of dementia, but was nearing the final stages of a full-blown infection. When I looked again at Tonya, she had taken on the greenish/gray appearance of the initial phases of infection. I froze and my heart stopped. Billy was trying to convince Tonya to seek medical help, but she told him there was no point. There was no cure. “We need to kill ourselves now, while we can… while we still have the capacity to reason. I don’t want to infect anyone else and I don’t want my son to see me like this!” I couldn’t move; I couldn’t breathe. Billy’s eyes became dark and as he tried to argue with Tonya further, all that came out were incomprehensible sputters and gurgles. He bent down and put his black fingers around Tonya’s neck… I gasped! Both heads turned towards me and Tonya’s eyes were dark. She gurgled something incomprehensible…
I woke up way too early this morning from a horrifyingly detailed dream. I was a gourmet chocolatier in the 1850s in a posh part of a large city. I was doing very well for myself, despite being a single mother with a severely disturbed, psychotic child. I had just made a huge sale to one of the city’s elite socialites when things went downhill. A zombie apocalypse overtook the city. I managed to survive and make it to an underground section of the train station where a small group of other survivors were holding out. We did well for several weeks until one by one we became infected. It started with a teenage girl whose mother was hiding the fact that she was bitten and then began to spread throughout the group. The most disturbing part was when my 5 year old child became infected and one of the men in the group snapped his neck. The “child” just got right back up and charged at me trying to devour my flesh! Of course, he was running backwards because his head was twisted around. Then the barriers were breached and hordes of zombies flooded in to eat our delicious, delicious brains. Argh!!!!
I woke up, terrified from the realism of it. The dream was in color and there were detailed plot lines behind each of the characters (zombie hordes excluded). I could even hear the breaking bones of the undead as we beat them off with bats and metal pipes. What is wrong with my brain?!?
I have had several of these zombie-themed dreams in the past year. I will post them over the next few weeks and record new ones as they occur (which is pretty frequently).