Bzarm was feeling good that morning, because he'd packed his bag himself and it'd remained in his custody continuously ever since. The gate agent let him right onto the plane, which was expected to depart for places unknown in the imminent never.
Va'strath was feeling bad that morning, for reasons totally unrelated to work. Or at least that was true until she actually got to work. There was something ironic about selling something called Duty Free when her own duties involved the respectful processing of wicked men.
The Guide slept, exhausted from the crossing.
The mechanics of this place I specifically do not want to overwork. The reader enjoys getting enough information to theorize about what's really going on, but too much information traps the mind's eye. The actual narrative of these is cloudy even in my own design, because all of the things they could be about are fantastically interesting and I'd hate to do anything so destructive as rule one of them out.
Finally, it may interest you to know that the gentleman boarding the plane is of the same people as our malevolent cook. I think I drew the Cook in the first place to convince myself that I could be an artist without drawing processions of blandly attractive women, and the obvious way to do that was to pull as hard as possible in the other direction. Every time I draw one of their species of creepy nude cannibals I can't help but laugh, and it's pretty funny to imagine you checking to see if I drew his dick.
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.
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