Crawl

A photoshop doodle that came to fruition in a pleasingly unexpected grotesque. Had little idea in my head as to what I was trying to do, except that I had some notion of a hollow, sagging, corrupted thing, half covering something luminous beneath.

"The nethermost caverns," wrote the mad Arab, "are not for the fathoming of eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific. Cursed the ground where dead thoughts live new and oddly bodied, and evil the mind that is held by no head."

H.P. Lovecraft "The Festival", quoting the Necronomicon