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Mystery Solved

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 21, 2015, 11:06 PM

It may interest you—then again, it may not—to know that I had a dream a few days ago in which I finally met and saw the face of the man of my dreams.

Now, let me preface this with an explanation: I dream about Mystery Man in regular intervals. Sometimes, we’re just walking hand-in-hand down a rainy street, which is either very romantic or the stupidest thing ever because in the dreams, neither of us is wearing a coat and we’re clearly at risk for pneumonia, but I digress. Sometimes, we’re just sitting on a couch, watching a movie. Sometimes, we’re yelling at Ian McKellen for no apparent reason. Sometimes, Ian McKellen yells back. Sometimes, we’re flying on large clown fish through the super market. 

(Though I do not have extensive experience in the dating department, my research indicates that flying on large clown fish through supermarkets and yelling at Ian McKellen are perfectly acceptable dating activities. As long as you yell nice things at Ian McKellen.)

In short, Mystery Man and I always have a grand old time. But I have never, not once, seen his face. It’s always missing.

This led me to assume that he does not have a face, and instead possesses a gray blur with a shock of floating dark hair for a head, which is really remarkable and grounds for congratulations because not many people get on well without the aid of a skull.

I usually wake up mildly frustrated because I’m hoping for something instead of that missing gray blur. But a few days ago, for the first time ever, when I looked up at Mystery Man in my dream, the gray blur was gone. A face had replaced it, and it smiled down at me in stunning, technicolor clarity.

The face belonged to Herman Munster.

Incidentally, it was making this expression:

I have been dream-dating Herman Munster. 

Which explains why Mystery Man was so much taller than I am. It also explains why I kept telling people in the dreams that we’d been married for 147 years. 

It also explained why Mystery Man was such a horrendous dancer. Have you tried to waltz in those clunky shoes? It doesn’t work.

Don’t get me wrong, Herman was always a perfect gentleman. He never initiated the Ian McKellen screaming fests; I did. He never knocked anything over when we were flying the clown fish through supermarkets; I did. It was always his idea to go dancing. I was pretty pleased with the whole arrangement, I must say. It isn’t every day that a girl meets a gentleman of that caliber, especially one who lacks his literary progenitor’s tendency to lapse into fits of existential brooding. He was an absolute delight. A delight, I tell you.

In the last dream I had, the one in which I finally saw his face, it struck me that Lily Munster either didn’t know about the whole shebang or she was dead. Or open to shaking things up a bit in her marriage.

Whatever the case, I have to thank her for lending me her husband and say here and now that I do not encourage infidelity and that my part in the aforementioned infidelity was entirely unintentional. He just showed up in a dream a few months back. He was always so polite. How was I supposed to know I was skipping along sidewalks with Herman Munster? I couldn’t see his face. What was I supposed to do? “Sorry, man, there’s no room for you here in this dream because for all I know, you might be a happily married sitcom father and I do not want to break up a happy home, particularly one in which the family members are potentially allied with legions of the undead.”

So I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut and let Mystery Man/Herman take me to karaoke and line dancing. He stomped on my toes the entire time, and apologized profusely for doing so. I didn’t mind. Later, he let me stand on his clunky box shoes while we danced and we avoided injury for the rest of the dream. 

Just don’t tell Lily.



Keats Doodle by Muirin007
Keats Doodle
In case it wasn't obvious enough, I'll say it again here: Keats is by far my favorite poet, and one of my favorite writers, of all time. He's affected me in a way that no other poet has, and I identify with him on so many levels. I've been trying to nail down a design for him for....oh, wow, probably more than a year, but nothing looked quite right. He had (I almost typed "has" because in my mind, he's still alive and doing his thing!) a very distinctive, very beautiful face, which makes it all the more difficult to capture him in the way I'd like to. (You can see his life mask here, as well as his death mask--what a dramatic, sad difference between the two: www.google.com/search?q=keats+… ). 

The most difficult part of this was getting his eyes and his mouth right. Several people described his eyes as  large and extremely intense and expressive. Of course, his eyes aren't open in the life and death mask, so it was a challenge trying to retain the shape and look I wanted. (One of his friends--I can't remember who--said his eyes were like an eagle's. How cool is that?) His friends said his mouth was a bit too large for his face, and he had a slight overbite of the upper lip, which I really wanted to get right. 

And I had to draw him with a scarf because for Pete's sake, John, why the HECK didn't you wear your scarf in the middle of winter in ENGLAND? WEAR YOUR SCARF, JOHN KEATS.

I have a pile of Keats sketches waiting to be tweaked and tailored on my desk, so stay tuned! 
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The Creature by Muirin007
The Creature
If you've never read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, I urge you to do so immediately because it is an absolutely gorgeous novel. I've been on a bit of a Frankenstein kick lately and watched the 2004 Hallmark miniseries adaptation of the novel a few days ago.

Yes, that's right--Hallmark. As in the card people. They did a phenomenal job. And no, there wasn't a greeting card in sight, which actually may have mended things between Victor and the Creature, come to think of it. "Hey, look, no hard feelings, Dad. Here's a birthday card." "Thanks, son. Sorry about the whole abandonment thing. It was a reflex; you're just really gross."

This is based off of an image of Luke Goss in the role. I really liked his portrayal of the Creature--very sensitive and more than a little heartbreaking. Of course, being an oddball, I wasn't content unless I upped the "gross" factor. I had quite a bit of fun with this one color-wise, although I can't say I'm completely satisfied with it. If this piece is any indication, Victor Frankenstein assembled his creation from bits and pieces of Erik, Loki, and Sirius. It doesn't feel like Mary Shelley's Creature to me for whatever reason. Maybe it's my own Creature. FrankenErik? In any case, I'd like to give it another go. I know how I picture him in my head--the challenge is wrestling that image onto paper. 

You can read the novel here: www.gutenberg.org/files/84/84-… DO IIIIIT.
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Of Gods and Ghosts by Muirin007
Of Gods and Ghosts
In case you couldn't tell, Loki and Erik are currently duking it out for the position of The Artist's Favorite Fictional Antihero (for the record, Erik will always take precedence, but Loki's trailing millimeters behind). Fandom differences aside, the two are remarkably similar--rapier wits, a penchant for causing destruction, misanthropy, Shakespearean monologues, Norse roots ("Erik" IS Scandinavian, after all), genius intellects, a talent for illusions and magic, slicked-back black hair, killer cheekbones, and impeccable taste. Not to mention the whole "I am the monster parents tell their children about at night" thing. And the ability to love strong women, e.g. Frigga and Christine. I could keep going. I seriously could. Little wonder why I fell in love with Loki. He reminds me so much of Erik.

God forbid if these two actually met, though. The world would blow up within five seconds. 

I used references of the equally impeccably-dressed Tom Hiddleston for this. Love that guy.

Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux.
Loki belongs to Marvel.
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Christmas Duet by Muirin007
Christmas Duet
As usual, my annual Phantom Christmas piece comes several days too late. Oy. 

In any case, I had an absolute BALL with this one, especially the lighting. I actually drew the thumbnail for this last Christmas but ended up with another holiday piece. I saved this for this year and was dead set on uploading it in time, but alas, life always wheedles its way in and kicks my good intentions out the window. 

Christine is playing the nyckelharpa, a traditional Swedish instrument that is beyond awesome: www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sfBcW… . Incidentally, this past year I've become fairly obsessed with Scandinavian folk music and now I want to try to integrate Christine's heritage into more of my pieces. Go listen to Gjallarhorn if you get some free time--they are incredible.

I also want to draw Erik's house more often. I have nearly the entire layout in my head and just need to tweak the design and get it down on paper. When Leroux says Erik lives in a house on the lake, I picture a HOUSE. Not a cave. I'm talking elaborate prime real estate. I'm talking sprawling, Downton Abbey-type stuff. Which, yes, I realize is probably architecturally impossible, but whatever. The idea of Erik building himself a nice little manor underneath the opera house fills me with too much glee to ignore. There are massive book shelves and onyx columns in every room, carved mantles and priceless works of art and rugs that he stole--I MEAN BORROWED--from Persia...basically, billions of dollars worth of gorgeousness. Because in my mind, if Erik HAD to content himself with a cellar, he's going to make darn sure that it's the most lavish cellar around.

Also, yes, there is a fireplace five stories underground. My only explanation is that Erik built an elaborate ventilation system that prevents the whole house from burning down. 

And my only explanation for the Christmas decorations is Christine. Erik humors her, right? Of COURSE he'd let her deck the halls with boughs of holly. Of COURSE he'd let her put up a tree and decorate it. Of COURSE he'd let her hang stockings by the chimney with care. There is no way he'd ever do it himself--he isn't exactly what you'd call festive--but the second she asks, he's a goner. 

Just like the second Ayesha climbs up on the priceless couch and starts batting at the instruments, he's a goner. Erik loves his ladies, that's for sure. :lol:

Merry Christmas, all!

Phantom of the Opera belongs to Gaston Leroux.
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Mystery Solved

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 21, 2015, 11:06 PM

It may interest you—then again, it may not—to know that I had a dream a few days ago in which I finally met and saw the face of the man of my dreams.

Now, let me preface this with an explanation: I dream about Mystery Man in regular intervals. Sometimes, we’re just walking hand-in-hand down a rainy street, which is either very romantic or the stupidest thing ever because in the dreams, neither of us is wearing a coat and we’re clearly at risk for pneumonia, but I digress. Sometimes, we’re just sitting on a couch, watching a movie. Sometimes, we’re yelling at Ian McKellen for no apparent reason. Sometimes, Ian McKellen yells back. Sometimes, we’re flying on large clown fish through the super market. 

(Though I do not have extensive experience in the dating department, my research indicates that flying on large clown fish through supermarkets and yelling at Ian McKellen are perfectly acceptable dating activities. As long as you yell nice things at Ian McKellen.)

In short, Mystery Man and I always have a grand old time. But I have never, not once, seen his face. It’s always missing.

This led me to assume that he does not have a face, and instead possesses a gray blur with a shock of floating dark hair for a head, which is really remarkable and grounds for congratulations because not many people get on well without the aid of a skull.

I usually wake up mildly frustrated because I’m hoping for something instead of that missing gray blur. But a few days ago, for the first time ever, when I looked up at Mystery Man in my dream, the gray blur was gone. A face had replaced it, and it smiled down at me in stunning, technicolor clarity.

The face belonged to Herman Munster.

Incidentally, it was making this expression:

I have been dream-dating Herman Munster. 

Which explains why Mystery Man was so much taller than I am. It also explains why I kept telling people in the dreams that we’d been married for 147 years. 

It also explained why Mystery Man was such a horrendous dancer. Have you tried to waltz in those clunky shoes? It doesn’t work.

Don’t get me wrong, Herman was always a perfect gentleman. He never initiated the Ian McKellen screaming fests; I did. He never knocked anything over when we were flying the clown fish through supermarkets; I did. It was always his idea to go dancing. I was pretty pleased with the whole arrangement, I must say. It isn’t every day that a girl meets a gentleman of that caliber, especially one who lacks his literary progenitor’s tendency to lapse into fits of existential brooding. He was an absolute delight. A delight, I tell you.

In the last dream I had, the one in which I finally saw his face, it struck me that Lily Munster either didn’t know about the whole shebang or she was dead. Or open to shaking things up a bit in her marriage.

Whatever the case, I have to thank her for lending me her husband and say here and now that I do not encourage infidelity and that my part in the aforementioned infidelity was entirely unintentional. He just showed up in a dream a few months back. He was always so polite. How was I supposed to know I was skipping along sidewalks with Herman Munster? I couldn’t see his face. What was I supposed to do? “Sorry, man, there’s no room for you here in this dream because for all I know, you might be a happily married sitcom father and I do not want to break up a happy home, particularly one in which the family members are potentially allied with legions of the undead.”

So I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut and let Mystery Man/Herman take me to karaoke and line dancing. He stomped on my toes the entire time, and apologized profusely for doing so. I didn’t mind. Later, he let me stand on his clunky box shoes while we danced and we avoided injury for the rest of the dream. 

Just don’t tell Lily.



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MYthology1 Featured By Owner 8 hours ago
Have you ever heard of Julian Richings? He played Death in Supernatural. He is very gaunt and looking at him helps mw to draw emaciated characters, though you draw them very well as it is. 
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rawenna Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Thanks a lot for the +fav!  :D (Big Grin) 
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HollyDesigner Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2015  Student Digital Artist
amore incondizionato per i tuoi lavori
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Pinstriped-Pajamas Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Your Phantom art just blows me away! Exquisite talent all over this gallery! :jawdrop:
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MachikoChan Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2015
Thanks for rekindling my love of The Phantom of the Opera. :love:
Your art is gorgeous and I love your sense of humor~!
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Starshadow16 Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014
I just wanted to say that I REALLY love your artwork. the way you draw Erik inspired my own drawing )and hopefully more to come). Here it is, I drew it a couple days ago:
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Werewolf289 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I would appreciate it greatly if you could, perhaps, look at my gallery and give me a few tips. I'm not that good, but I'm going to keep trying. I love all of your Phantom art. :)
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DarkCreature999799 Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2014  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I keep seeing your wonderful images in youtube videos and now i actually found the person who makes them.:fangirl: 
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Schandlich Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're so awesome and funny! You've gained yourself a watcher. (As creepy as that sounds).
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AnSmoll Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2014
Your Phantom of the Opera arts are just gorgeous! I really love your works! You're fantastic! :happybounce:
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