Copyright Š 2014 by Project Oh! All frights reserved All of the work shown in this issue of Project Oh! Magazine was donated by the artists themselves for use in this issue and is not to be redistributed or reprinted without their consent. We would again like to thank everyone who submitted work and participated in the creation of this issue. For more information on specific artists or information on contributing to this magazine in future issues, please contact jeremy@projectoh.com or visit our website at projectoh.com for more infomration.
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WELCOME the doctor will see you now
ADDITIONAL SUBMISSIONS BY Drawing by Phil Garcia
FEATURES Talladega Frights
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Phil Garcia
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Terry Tripp Photography
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Jason Stewart
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Iron Goblin
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Dark Veil Dynasty
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Horror Attraction
Drawings and Sketches Photography Illustrations
Mask Maker
Hait and make-up studio
Ashleymarie Sey Lively Cassandra Deatherage Carlos Fierrros Jeremy Gonzalez Francis Alvarez Chyna Jade Parker Alex CastaĂąeda Jessie Maldonado
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Drawing by Phil Garcia
All of the work shown in this issue of Project Oh! Magazine was donated by the artists themselves for use in this issue and is not to be redistributed or reprinted without their consent. We would again like to thank everyone who submitted work and participated in the creation of this issue. For more information on specific artists or information on contributing to this magazine in future issues, please contact jeremy@projectoh.com or visit our website at projectoh.com for more infomration. Sponsorship information is available at projectoh.com/sponsors for persons, businesseses, or organizations who are interested in supporing the production of this magazine by way of ad space or donation.
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Talladega Frights We start now with the art of horror, and no one is doing it better than the fine folks at Talladega Frights. This year we got a chance to take a closer look at the haunted attraction as we toured some of the most horrific scenes imaginable. It was quite a thrilling experience to say the least. Special thanks to Dana Martin for allowing us to pull back the curtains of this amazing production. In addition to some gruesomely detailed sets, the haunt houses more than 80 actors transformed by the makeup wizardry of Audrey Day-Jarvis. In this feature, we share a glimpse into a world of terror as we move through the halls of “Detention.�
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Lonely Grave By Chyna Jade Parker
She stands alone amongst bones, Not a soul to soothe her, Just whispers of the dead, Of havoc that become her. She stands beside her grave, Not a stone to mark who she was, The widow, the witch, the lonely, To abandon as she always does. She stands in the night air, Not a hand to guide her hand, A solitary woman, Crushes under her own demand. Flames By Chyna Jade Parker
My eyes looked at the flame, Tamed by the wax around, Profound, the candle was no longer the same, Blamed the blaze, destroying with no sound. Snuffed out in a moment, Gone with a puff of smoke, To my eyes, in the corner they went, When my voice began to choke. Into the thick of it, The ember grew again, The heat when she hit, Changed me like my candle twin. The fire licked my skin, With each hot kiss, Burned from head to shin, Not an inch did he miss.
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Terry Tripp Terry Tripp currently resides in Southern California where he makes art freely and teaches high school art. Tripp is also a creative writer, musician, and public speaker. He graduated from California State University, Bakersfield with a BA in English and a BA in Psychology and earned an MA in Education from Point Loma Nazarene University, and he is currently a grad student in an MFA in Visual Art program at Azusa Pacific University.
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Tripp is alslo the author of the novel “I Believe in Silence”, editor of two anthologies: “Secrets of the Undiscovered Writers” and” Here, Our Open Hearts: A Student Anthology”, and creator of the photo books titled “Photo Proverbs”, “Cameras and Cotton Candy,” and the sketchbook titled “The Moon still Stares”. For more on Terry check out his website at terrytrippart.com
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Artist: Ashleymarie Sey Lively Above: “Day of the Dead Housewife” 11”x14” Acrylic Left: “Bride on a Grave” (a Lydia Beetle Geuse/Juice stretching portrait parody) 20 print limited edition. Ashleymarie Sey Lively provides art, illustration, graphic design and private art instruction for all ages. For more visit www.seystudios.net
Artist: Cassandra Deatherage Various acrylic paintings on canvas.
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Jason Stewart Jason is a long time artist whose artistic flame was reignited by his wife, Brooke, who challenged him to take his passion to another level. Since then, he has pursued his art both professionally and personally, having had his work shown in local galleries including a solo show at Empty Space. His illustration work is influenced by his graphic design skills with a strong footing inside of the world of comic art and cartooning. Visit www.atlstuart.com to see more work from Jason. “I just want my stuff to be recognized and loved by as many people as possible. I am going to do this regardless of the money or fame but the feeling you get (however uncomfortable that feeling may be) when someone genuinely loves what you’ve done; there is little better…. Aside from that, I do art to get all of the crazy images in my head OUT.”
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Dark Veil Dynasty, Formerly Curl Up and Dye, has a spooky thing. More
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Emilia Thorne by Jeremy Gonzalez
It was a moonless night. Darkness obscured by more darkness. The only relief came from the momentary twinkling of stars as the wind pushed holes in the cloud-filled skies. My lamp had been rendered useless and I could feel the tickle of leaves blowing past my shins. “Just a few more feet,” I reassured myself. I followed the break between the trees just as I always had. The damp dirt lay just below my feet, and I could feel it give ever so slightly by the weight of my step. I looked for the tree with the crooked spine, but it was hard to make out details in such a night. I shuttered as a gust of wind came crashing at my side sending an instant chill down the base of my neck. A whisper rushed past my ears and grew into a foreboding whistle. And then I saw it. The tree with the crooked spine, hunched over in the darkness like an old man struggling to get back up on his feet. I took a right and inched deeper into the woods. I shook at my lamp one last time before giving a few stern slaps to the base, but to no avail. I could hear the creatures of the night around me as I blindly made my way through the woods. I could make out the rustling sound of tiny feet beneath a cacophony of croaks and chirps. And then there it was. A flickering light in the distance. I moved quicker through the labyrinth of trees, the sound of branches cracking at my feet with each hurried step. As I moved closer I could make out a figure. I wasn’t alone. I called out to the figure, “hello there!” There was no answer. I frantically made my way towards the orange glow. I could just make out the figure. It was a young woman. Her skin was pale, and she had long wavy hair that cast deep shadows over her face. “Hey there,” I shouted. “Please don’t be alarmed, I mean you no harm.” She stopped and turned in my direction but still no response. “I seem to be at a disadvantage. You see my lamp has gone out and I am just trying to cut through the woods and make it home.” “She never liked it when I wandered off...” she spoke. “Mother always wanted me to stay right beside her. Stay put.” She didn’t appear to be the least bit startled by my presence. “I’ve wandered off and now I cannot find her.” I wanted to say something but no words made it past my lips. “I know it’s here., but I’ve lost her.” She looked up at me as if trying to recall my face. “My name is Emilia Thorne. My mother is Veronica Thorne.” I still couldn’t summon so much as a word. Sensing my confusion, she continued, “my mother is buried here. I’ve looked, but I cannot find her.” “Oh!” I exclaimed almost choking on my words as I spoke. “There is a grave site nearby. I pass by it often on my way through the woods. Perhaps I can take you there and in exchange you can light my way through the other end of the woods.” She nodded excitedly and handed me her lantern. “Thank you so much. Okay let me see here” I looked around at the trees surrounding us searching for a landmark of some sort. “Ah, yes! It should be right this way.” We walked for almost an hour before getting to a large opening in the woods. She trailed me by no more than a few steps most of the way in eager anticipation. “There! It should be just beyond that fallen tree,” I said. “Do you see it?” She nodded. I could already make out several grave stones as we approached. Once we were close enough I began illuminating each marker one by one until I came upon the one she was looking for. “Here it is. Veronica Thorne. 1932 to 1963.” Right beside her was another grave. I moved the light over the marker and read the description. “Emilia Thorne. 1949-1962. To my dearest daughter. Please find your way back home. You will be forever missed. I will never stop looking. I love you.” After reading this I turned around to Emilia but there was no one there. Just two sets of footsteps leading up to the grave and nothing else.
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