While there are several different approaches to the preparation of artwork I do for tattoo clients, this method is possibly my most preferred and the most unhealthy. This is the result of the DOOM soundtrack at 1am and frantically scratching in borderline unintelligible textures while throwing out weird ominous light sources to justify jarring temperature shifts. It is the product of fighting sleep to scribble one more claw, horn, or fin to muddle together the feeling that there is no escape from the beast of the depth as it emerges from the chasm it intends to pull you back into. Maybe I should go to bed. Maybe I should keep drawing.
