A photo of the inks for 'The New Hands' drawn on A3
'Then he spoke. His voice resembled ash and firewood.
‘When the great Stars body crashed to your world, his carcass broke into a million pieces. His heart bloomed with fire and pain as it plummeted through your sky and into the earth.
His last breath was that of loneliness that seeped from his open mouth and into the soil that embraced him.
He let go.
The Ape Tribe clambered across his ribs and inside they found his still heart, ripe with meat. With joy each ape devoured this delicious flesh.
Once eaten the apes felt different. Flashes of the Stars memories beat inside their little minds. His birth. The smell of his mother. Isolation. Death. Being consumed by white teeth.
The apes grew violent and confused. They gripped their heads in pain and lashed out at each other. They bore smiling teeth with fear and screamed as new thumbs spiralled out of their paws.
With thumbs came awareness.
A gift from the star.
So you see child, this God you call out for will not hear you.
You've eaten him.'
Something for the Fall of Redd book that will be released in October
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