During 2009-2010, I was drawing a lot of and thinking a lot about monsters, but subconsciously only drawing a specific kind of monster in a specific place. They don't live in the poetical sense; they exist hour to hour, staring at the red sun as it makes rounds near the horizon or staring at the shadows at their feet. The lucky ones wander in circles or cry for the things they have lost. It is a particular kind of hell that my subconscious has created for them. Also, there are bunnies, bunnies with one long claw that they use to cut up flesh into bite-size bunny pieces.
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