Sunday, December 12, 2010

Cyclops Planet

From 2007. A personal piece.

The creatures perched on the rock behind her have no teeth. They ensnare passing flyers in their jowl-tenticles, then gum them till they bleed- a long process- then suck the blood- an even longer process.

She has brought her fathers skull to the peak in the traditional death ritual.

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