The story revolves around a Bostonian painter named Richard Upton Pickman who creates horrifying images. His works are brilliantly executed, but so graphic that they result in his membership in the Boston Art Club being revoked and himself shunned by his fellow artists.
This short story blew my mind because it was fucking good, I didn’t really expect it to be so good as it was.
So far I gotta say that this short story might be one of my favourites stories from H.P Lovecraft.
The plot here was fucking good but still had some runs down the hill. Which really killed the mood here and the atmosphere which really made me sad.
This short story had some little bit scary moments in it which I truly enjoyed them. But if it comes to the whole story then it had an eerie vibe to it which I enjoyed and found it interesting.
I give this short story 4 / 5