Social media is an aching void, filled with uncaring horrors. But it is a void that can be shaped by abstruse incantations and strong will. As I have shaped it. The arcane sigil I wrought last week summoned forth a shambling servitor* bearing visions of exquisite Otherness, visions I have chosen to share with the world.
The majestic sweeping curl of a tentacle, filled with natural power.
The jagged grace of a tool, function clear yet aesthetic inhuman.
The revelation they are not separate but glimpses of a whole, a creature infinitely more suited to certain environments than weak humans.
Devon Dorrity doesn’t mention Lovecraft when describing “Queen of the Seas” (and his notes for other sculptures similarly reference more traditional myth forms or modern fantasy), so it is probable this wasn’t inspired by Deep Ones; however, the Mythos seeker can easily find cosmic horror in the piece. Which is one of the things I love about sculpture (and art in general): the experience echoes the experiencer rather than passively inserting the creator’s vision.
*As with many eldritch monstrosities, it cloaked its true form in a more pleasant seeming: in this instance, that of a friend saying ‘You like squid-things; have you seen this?’