A comic that I should have posted ages ago. Done with opaque watercolour and gouache.
"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!"
- A Tale of Two Cities
Like a rather confused plant, the wormhole worm produces light instead of absorbing it. This is due to its tendency to grow up around black holes, where intense gravity causes extreme energy fluctuations within the organism. The adult wormhole worm travels the universe at the speed of light, which it wantonly expels from its mouth. Unwittingly it tears through both space and time—and causes history to happen at precisely the moment no one wants it to.
A were-whale enjoying his land-bound retirement from fighting evil forces. Inspired by Credo Mutwa’s book Isilwane and the animal tales it describes from a myriad of southern African traditions.
One evening I was awoken by a strange knocking sensation that seemed to originate from below my mattress. I peered beneath my bed and discovered a number of unusual creatures. I conferred these descriptions to scientists, who later confirmed that several species—completely unknown to science—had developed out of the fertile mess of my bedroom floor. I was exultant. My contribution to biology, the papers said, was truly a goldmine.
However, they added, that girl really ought to vacuum sometime.