With a nod to Henri Rousseau whose paintings of jungle, beasts and dreams have always held a particular fascination for me.
So I’m imagining this attack of a giant squid or octopus coming up from below and crushing the rigid institutions that keep us in chains. Cracking the square blocks and concrete and letting something organic come through for a change.
Some colored ink work. A bit of the whimsical side. Why a cyborg, you must be wondering? Well, it has to do with the interface of natural and the manmade, mechanical and organic — and if you look for the two orange eyes, you can see the sky through its mouth.
I imagine after climbing until he was totally worn out, Jack rested in the beanstalk and it looked something like this. He just about went back down and would never have discovered the giant or the singing harp or the goose that layed the golden eggs.
SOLD by Blue Turtle Gallery, La Grande
I used a detail from this image as the above header for Shapeshifters’ Ink.
Buy Now From CCNow









