I have heard that space is humanity's final frontier. It's strange to think about. We will someday settle that frontier, if we do not kill ourselves first and if an unknowable interstellar intelligence does not destroy us to preserve its existence from what we could someday become. Is there a point in time where our survival is assured? Will we ever live at sufficient distance from one another to return to those halcyon days of survivability, before we had invented the means to kill all humans everywhere and put that means into a suitcase?
Of course, this painting's role as a weird, oddball breaknfrom Elsewalker's normal weirdness is unchanged.
The Hylozoist is a long-form digital project I began in February 2020. Each painting tells a story, and each painting tells another story when viewed in context. Also, each painting can be followed to the next painting in the series if you follow the most interesting thing in the scene.
To see more paintings from the project, click here.