Author: kai

Depressed industrial-goth rabbit burrowing into gravel because what is the point. Metres away in the lush grass, his peers are indifferent to this symbolic act of futile rebellion.

Details.

Black & silver outliner paint on glass. Difficult to photograph in colour, I’m afraid.

It’s roughly based on this Chinese painted scroll, but I turned it into a snowstorm and replaced the little elderly philosopher with a woman vaguely inspired by this woodblock, …I feel a little uneasy about mixing them but this is my goddamn bathroom window and I don’t want that dude watching me shower. In my head the woman is a scholar-poet composing flattering verse about my fish-belly skin when she’s not busy watching the storm and pondering her strange world of boiling seas and mangled perspective.

I don’t consider myself arachnophobic, I am generally quite well-disposed towards spiders. I like ‘em, I think they’re cool. But at the risk of laying myself open to accusations of irrational prejudice, I really would prefer not to find this NIGHTMARE HELLBEAST in my MOTHERFUCKING BEDROOM.

Aside from the fact that it is so huge I can hear it breathing and its legs extend mercilessly into the infinite like the arms of Death itself, its presence is upsetting because it prompts the question: what the fuck does it eat?

At this point I am actually hoping I find a gigantic cobweb dense as fog and littered with fox bones and osprey feathers, because otherwise that means this thing was just biding its time.