Inception by Grzegorz Domaradzki
24” x 36” screen prints with metallic inks. Silver and copper editions of 10. Private commission.
You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
POSTER REMAKE: Inception (2010)
I was in no way in being productive with my schoolwork and ended up watching inception for the 80th time. This is also an excuse to draw more Cillian Murphy.
I wanted to draw Arthur and Eames growing up and this is the result. I’m surprisingly happy with the way it turned out actually! :D
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
AU MEME »Arthur/Eames (Inception) + Southern Gothic
Arthur, a former priest turned criminal psychiatrist, volunteers his services in a secret program designed to rehabilitate the United States most disturbed and violent offenders by use of dream therapy utilizing a PASIV device. This takes him to Louisiana and face to face with their most brutal prisoner, the charismatic multiple murderer Eames. Arthur will find his faltering Christian faith, as well as his morality put to the test as he attempts to eliminate Eames’ violent tendencies. How long can you dance through a devil’s dreams before you lose your footing?
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“You can shed the costume now, I’m not overly fond of soft curves and satin underwear anyway…” Nimble fingers pluck at the blindfold, and he sees the predatory hunger in the other man’s eyes.
“Arthur,” He hums, dropping his guise and crossing his arms in an irrational attempt to shield his bare chest. “Are you sure you want to do this. I mean, this was just meant as an exercise in forge-control…”
The crisp cotton of a half-unbuttoned shirt is suddenly pressed against the flesh of his back, and he feels those delicate hands against his hips, skimming reverentially before gripping possessively. Arthur’s face is close, a few inches away from nuzzling against his ear. His voice is low and unbearably calm.
“I always know what I want, Mr. Eames.The question is, what do you want?”
When they meet again, all the Point Man manages to say, before the Forger is on his feet and stalking across the room to push him back into the table and roughly slam their mouths together is,
“Well at least you’ve foregone the lingerie this time.”