First and foremost, thank you all so much to all those who submitted your work to be featured. You all are incredibly talented and we thank you for joining us on this journey.
To the audience, you all are in for quite a treat. Each one of these amazing artist took fantasy to a whole new level. We peeked into the minds of the Gods, we played with the supernatural, heard whispers from the night, and joined the Occult.
Do the Old Gods Dream Electric
Photographer: Ammar Saadiq
Instagram: @saadiqcreations
Model: Jackie Groetken @that_asian_hippie
It’s said that the piece “Creation of Adam” by Michelangelo, is the artistic representation of God being in our head, or in some cases, us being part of a God’s dream. In my piece: Do The Old Gods Dream Electric, I wanted to represent: the ancient Gods of Japan and Korea, both culture’s love of the sea, the fusion of how the old meets new, and asking the age old question, do we dream of God, or are we part of a God’s dreams? Are our new God’s, science and technology, or are we part of some mad architect’s dream? Do The Old Gods Dream Electric?
Eternal Spring
Artist: Taylor Korenic
Instagram: @korenicart
While drawing this photo I wanted to create something that I felt displayed beauty in a diverse world. Her face to be pleasant and peaceful, but also to show a oddity with her antlers. I think fantasy is a world that we secretly want to be real, which is why I decided to chose this photo to submit. I hope you all enjoy this piece and create your own fantasy worlds and people.
C for Catch Me
Author: Ava Tolmasoff
Instagram: @ava.soleille
Twenty minutes left And we’re playing tag As children do, On the loud Rickety structure Of a plastic playground With plastic kids. And I’m joyful And happy Like never before So is my little friend Who jumps at the sight Of me in my pink dress. She calls for my name As I go hide in the tunnel. She finds me And decides That she should scare My happy lonely self. The little girl does so And i scream As she tags me. We slide down the slide And laugh at our nonsense That was childhood. We keep playing And eventually The bright sun Turns into dusk, And every kid there Leaves. My friend says goodbye And leaves with her mother Hand in hand. Suddenly, I am left alone. So I play tag With my imaginary friend Who is Ally, the ghost And as the faded child Yells catch me, I sprint over to her And I trip Just as I reach her arm. Ally turns around And catches me Right before I fall. She quickly lets go And I fall to my misery In awe of my ghost friend. She looks me in the eye, Scared And suddenly Ally disappears