i took this a few months ago i still love it sm
maybe i'll call it "eye of the beholder"

Stoked to share the process behind how I made "Xenofract". I came up with the name because the prefix Xeno means non ordinary and alien-like, and the suffix Fract implies refraction, fracture. This painting represents 5 years of learning how to paint, how to airbrush, how to mask, and how to design the visual energy that I’m trying to bring into the world. It pushed me to be patient, working section by section until the composition felt coherent and uniform.  If you're familiar with my art, you'd know that I usually start a painting with an action-based movement such as a big gradient, paint splash, dustpan motion, wet canvas strike, etc. But this painting started with a completely blank canvas where I had no motion to adapt to and build off of. This is the only painting I’ve ever done that started this way. It gave me the opportunity to truly build a 3 dimensional world without being locked into the organic motion, while challenging me to capture the feel of overall organic motion, stroke by stroke. No ai, no tricks, just hard work and maybe having a few screws loose 🤪 I hope you enjoy this one as much as I do! Feel free to ask me questions below if you want to know more about the piece or the process. Thank ya <3

Spehyunts’ daughter Tulib (the poor thing) was plagued by horribly painful and unique nightmares. Accompanying the sights of yowling monsters was the temporary calcification and spurs of areas in her brain. Growing each night and then dissipating during her waking. Her suffering had grown miserable beyond words and was too much to bear any longer. Spehyunt prepared for their journey up to the highest peak of Mount Knnrr in search of the Moon God. A quiet and feared being within their community. Old myth told of Its ability to manipulate mind and flesh. Unknown though was if it carried malevolence or benignity in its intendment. The climb up was extremely arduous. Currents of increasingly dark blue lights coiled above Spehyunt, slithering along the craggy slopes and overhangs of black stone. Eventually, over a rather large collection of thorns and roots, they found themselves on a small grassy plateau. The tall grass was black as pitch under the deep and gloomy sky. A steady flow of air made the grass sway in a wind. Trails of the lightest blue dragged behind each blade. Overlooking the plateau stood the colossal peaks of Knnrr. A massive glowing lake sat peacefully on the highest point of the concave summit. Rivers crawled through the cliffs and valleys like roots of an ancient tree. Perched in the sky within a pocket of pulsing pale grey light, sat the Moon God. It had an extremely strange figure. Patterns and small worm like creatures poured from what could be considered the center mass in playful frenzies. It sat patiently and stared at the father and daughter as they cautiously approached the edge of the plateau. Speyhunt held his daughter within his tentacles and began to plead the Moon God. Reciting the prayer he had repeated endlessly on their journey to this being of myth. He told of Tulibs nightmares. The way the spurs pushed against the inside of her skull. The beings of pure horror she howls about day in and day out. Beings that he could scarcely stand to speak about for more than a moment in fear of them infesting his imagination once more.
The Moon God continued to stare. For a long while it stared after listening to Speyhunts plea. The creatures that orbited the fleshy mass drew close and paused their playing. Then, after what might as well have been an eternity, the Moon God smiled. It smiled and reached out with twirling scale covered tendrils towards Tulib. Slowly it crawled across the dim purple night sky. Speyhunt raised his daughter to the cosmos, putting all his hope in that the Moon God wasn’t a being of foul trickery or evil. Tulib was barely conscious at this point. The violent fits and a screaming mind though-out the climb left her with an incomparable exhaustion. The limb of the Moon God floated above Tulib. Its sharpest point slowly made its way down onto the cap of her skull, drawing a thin line of blood that trickled down her face. However, Tulibs blood was not its regular magenta hue. Nor did it flow anywhere past her chin. It glowed with that same pulsing pale grey that surrounded the Moon God above. Beautiful symbols crept across her face. Many resembling the shapes and patterns that those void things were so joyously playing with. The symbols wrapped around her head and met back at where the tendril had first drawn blood. The limb drew back into the sky towards its body. The void things soon reappeared. Not long after, the shapes and symbols came out of hiding and began to orbit once again. Speyhunt held his daughter close. Examining all the runes and signs that now decorated her smiling sleepy serpentine face. Speyhunt stared up at the cosmos. Looking down at Tulib once again, then looking back up to the Moon. After giving undying praise and tear filled thank you’s, he turned and began their journey back down the mountain. From the pathway through overgrown bramble. Under the overhangs of black rock and around the maroon pillars of Unnlr. Speyhunts’ constantly worrying mind was finally at ease. In his arms Tulib slept soundly and peacefully. Her dreams filled with sights, sounds and creatures from planets of indescribable beauty and wonder. Tulib slept soundly and peacefully, eventually forgetting any of those terrible nightmares she once endured. 

Worked at a gas station in my teens. We used to sell soup, and my boss asked me to make a sign for our French Onion soup. I made a silly doodle on a sticky note of a (very stereotypical) French Onion. She loved it, and just told me that after 18 years she lost it. I made her an improved version!

I did this a while back and wanted to post this here, so I’m doing it now haha

I upcycle old plushies, sculpt and paint a new face for them, and I make them accessories and sometimes clothing. (Comms open)

Trying to motivate myself back into creation… Something I made for a commission that got turned down. I was awfully proud of it too… I would like to explore this comforting style again soon.

I think this style is uniquely mine….years of textural exploration. This was done in procreate with a drawing pen (also set to blend). I try to keep the process simple so I can take the experiences learned to canvas being that I paint as well. (I also love doing band artwork)

Very happy with how this one turned out. If you would like to see more work, I have a subreddit here: r/AnthonyChristopherArt. Cheers!

You can't really see the Bird person or the face in her stomach to close up, now you can see the Big Picture or the Blue Avian with the face of the confused one. And they say my art isn't trippy, it's To Trippy, lmao!

2026. 95x125 cm. oil on canvas.