Hello, my name is Suzette,
and I'm a doodle addict. Plus

Hello there! My name is Suzette and my art can be described as interesting as well as disturbing. I like to incorporate creepy and unsettling settings in my drawings and try to give as little explanation for them in my bio as possible as I would prefer that the viewer came up with their own conclusions. I am currently working on different ways to portray the human figure as well as animals and I sometimes like to experiment with combining the macabre and horror with something normally portrayed as normal or ordinary. Feel free to leave a comment on my work as it is encouraging to read on days when the going gets tough. A lot of work is heavily inspired by other amazing artists such as Junji Ito, Stephen Gammell, Holy Nicols, Justin O'Neal, Nen Chang, Kaoru Mori, Chad Wehrle, Camilla d'Errico and the list goes on...

I specialize in the unusual.

Suzette's Faves

BeastGurl1989

Don't mistake his kindness for weakness. But I guess that's what happens when your not vampire born and have to claw your way to your title. I have two more vampires that will be introduce sometime soon, and the two of them will make Sebastian life a living hell.

Sabina Hahn

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

ChadKiley

Martin Roemer

Dane Mullen

Brooke McLeod

How many carousels are enough for one gallery? Trick question. There's never enough.

Sabina Hahn

Samuel Beckett (1906–1989) On a late-night walk near Dublin harbor, Beckett found himself standing on the end of a pier in the midst of a winter storm. Amid the howling wind and churning water, he suddenly realized that the “dark he had struggled to keep under” in his life—and in his writing, which had until then failed to find an audience or meet his own aspirations—should, in fact, be the source of his creative inspiration. “I shall always be depressed,” Beckett concluded, “but what comforts me is the realization that I can now accept this dark side as the commanding side of my personality. In accepting it, I will make it work for me.” - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #samuelbeckett @masoncurrey