Art Project March

APM day 02
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02 March:

Jon Ward thinks it would be nice to see A very Alien Alien. In the Larry Niven sort of way.

The thing about drawing random aliens, is I can never tell how they are going to turn out. I just start drawing bits on them and get something random.


I'm not 100% sure about my colour palette for this one, I definitely wanted the small alien to be a light blue, and the big one to have bassive blue feathers and a green eye, but I think the rest of the colours could have complimented better.
Still, it looks really cool in negative.


Colin drew an interplanitery intelligence, or a baloon if you turn the image upside down.

I know what I was trying to draw but whether it is at all identifable is another matter.



Alex drew this absolutely amazing picture, that I cannot find words to explain.

It was some months into the dredging when they found it. Deep in one of the more gelatinous Moss pools, it waited. The screams of the unfortunate Dredger who hauled it up in his net were said to reverberate for a mile, as the head sank long, backwards-pointing fangs into his arm and ripped it off at the root. It was placated by dropping it into a smaller Moss pool, where it glowered at those daring to come close. It was only then that observers realised it was only a head, lacking any body or limb, and trailing tatters of half-rotted meat from a snapped spinal cord. By all accounts it ought not to have been alive, but the Moss has stranger properties than we thought.

Thus far, the only way to keep the head dormant has been to keep it trapped behind thick glass, submerged in Moss dredged from the pool it was found in. Even now, it is seen to snarl and emote at those studying it, and many end up in the infirmary, mad with nightmares and waking terrors. It took three years to implant the wires into the thick, chitinous plating covering the remaining stump of the neck, and into the nostrils. The continued symbiotic, mutually-parasitic 'life' of this head has fascinated me for years. The Moss cleared from its tank holds muutable properties that I am eager to test, should I find a willing subject

As of this record I alone have been the only one to touch the head, or to handle it with any certainty. After all, it already had one of my arms, there isn't much more he--- it, can take from me.



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