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"I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past." — Stanislaw Lem, Solaris |
![]() ![]() Thursday, September 9th, 2004 I know now why artists don't record the details of their creative processes in public. The inbetweens look bad, no one is seeing you at your best, and every little mistake in thought or approach becomes part of a permanent record of imperfection. Recalling, however, that Harlan Ellison once undertook to write a story while on public display in the front window of a bookstore, I remain nothing daunted and vow to continue... ![]() The large lobe at the top of the side view is not the home of the brain, but of a structure that's a cross between sinuses and lung. Instead of a large bladder with multiple branchings for maximum surface area (mammalian lung), this sinus lobe pumps the air continuously over involuted folds of skin and cartilage. Air flows through a 'blowhole' at the top of the skull (not visible above) and is expelled through the side holes, which is also how the critter sounds the alarm in times of danger. ![]() The bottom lobe contains the brain. The Eaiean brain was once a swelling in what passed for a spinal column, and the braincase began its evolutionary history as a couple of specialized vertebrae. The jaw is made up of three sections, bony hinges covered with dense rasping teeth. I'm still drawing the flesh to put on these bones... I should have these drawings next time, along with some more commentary on how such a surrealist potato as this came to my mind... |
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