Friday, June 01, 2012
The Velvet Painting That Inspired Me
Walking down the narrow basement stairs at my grandparents house, the first thing anyone would see to their right was a velvet portrait. The basement would not be complete without it. This portrait could also give people nightmares. Are you afraid of clowns? Please, come down to the basement...I have something to show you. Do sad clowns give you night terrors? They do?! Take my hand. What? This clown portrait calls out to Cthulhu? Oh, stop. Now you're just being dramatic.
This is the velvet painting that wedged itself into my brain. This, here, is the sole reason that they exist in my novel. I think it's kind of wonderful and horrible all at the same time.