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Strange Horizons Gallery Presents...

Christine M. Griffin: Death Becomes Her!

I'm really not as dour as all that, but I do have a fascination with things dark and devious. As a mother of three boys, I have to be the nurturing, loving domestic goddess by day, but in my off-hours . . . it's another story! I use my Masters degree in art to create personal pieces of modern gothic horror and high fantasy, with the odd bit of humor thrown in. I work in a variety of media, and welcome all inquiries! I really don't bite . . . hard. . . .

Bon appetit!


Contact Christine M. Griffin by email, or view more of her work.

Self Portrait, Dead ©Christine M. Griffin 2002

Tour Christine's work, piece by piece. View thumbnails of Christine's work.

If you are interested in submitting art for the gallery, please read our submission guidelines and then contact us at art@strangehorizons.com.


 

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Christine M. Griffin is a self-proclaimed domestic goddess and starving artist, with a soft spot in her heart for all things dark and devious. Which often times includes her three young sons. Please be sure to leave your closet door ajar for all the ghoulies and ghosties and long-legged beasties . . . Christine so loves inspiration to be unleashed upon the world!
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22 Apr 2024

We’d been on holiday at the Shoon Sea only three days when the incident occurred. Dr. Gar had been staying there a few months for medical research and had urged me and my friend Shooshooey to visit.
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Tu enfiles longuement la chemise des murs,/ tout comme d’autres le font avec la chemise de la mort.
The little monster was not born like a human child, yelling with cold and terror as he left his mother’s womb. He had come to life little by little, on the high, three-legged bench. When his eyes had opened, they met the eyes of the broad-shouldered sculptor, watching them tenderly.
Le petit monstre n’était pas né comme un enfant des hommes, criant de froid et de terreur au sortir du ventre maternel. Il avait pris vie peu à peu, sur la haute selle à trois pieds, et quand ses yeux s’étaient ouverts, ils avaient rencontré ceux du sculpteur aux larges épaules, qui le regardaient tendrement.
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