my sixth one.
big thanks to TrapdoorViolet ,
AKAM80,
Vishardsh, and
MaddGasserGaton for looking this one over.
alternate titles:
Auto-Escargot
Slow Food Movement
Servings Per Container: 1
Hold the Salt
Changing of the Season
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cannibalistic snail chef…
-styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
Another great journal entry. I love the details that make this piece vibrant, dynamic, and bizarre…the description of the chickens eating the shattered egg, the mixture of known ingredients alongside conceptual essences or flavors, and of course the fun of seeing our ever cordial narrator navigating an increasingly strange social situation. Marvelous. Pass the salt.
-Vi
CW: Parasites, Gross
Lovely work! I too wish to eat myself. Sometimes I find myself biting my cuticles and chewing down until near to drawing blood, exposed-sensitive skin raking across every surface in new-nerved glory of painful-delicate detailed touch. Your work is a delectable assortment of disgust before and during an exquisite meal — I adore this, truly, for it draws a horror and revulsion not seen in many places save for eating writhing maggots under slabs of sloppy wastewater pipe wall scrapings instead of beef over rice; devouring a zombie's rotted arm after it has been shot through with cannonballs slathered in the latrine pit's rising-water settled waters we all call sediment because that is a more polite term than the entire encampment's food made gone; a snail, perhaps, gone over bananas burrowed inside of by parasitic wasps mistaking yellow long fruit for figs and making do anyways. Crunching down (crunching? why not softly cutting in (like butter)? you'll see) into a fresh yellow spotless banana like a canary without a trace of green and crying in horror when female eggs pop like glistening black sturgeon roe between your molars, some getting stuck in your gums: fear them hatching there later, eating their way out. Will they go through the fleshy gum wall? Burrow deeper into the fatty yellow nerve fibers, the auxiliary cabling in your jaw with the result of you writhing in bed, sweating and whimpering, your own feces and urine pooling on the bedsheets because you have lost everything but your consciousness and some hope of future dignity when all this is over? Or will it give you a simple root canal, a cavity from the inside? Attend to it at the dentist, have a single tear fall fall when the winged fig wasp flies out and hits her head, falls over and dies like a moth to the sun on the too-bright dentist's surgery light.
Do fig wasps even have the capacity to burrow through enamel? (They must, because figs are hard.)
Can a fig wasp even hatch inside a person's mouth?
What a beautiful work. I adored it so. Keep on, Zip. Keep on and watch out for crunchiness when eating bananas. You mixed pleasure, pain, beauty, and horror so elegantly in this work, and then threw in cannibalism and despair so well here. Well done, Zip. Well done.
- A Freshly Banana-Avoidant Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
Bizarrely macabre in both concept and execution. I really like it, and I love how emotional (from the snail's side) yet distant (from the walker's side) the story feels. Really nice contrast the story creates. Ends up feeling very fairytale-esque.
+1~
Been mulling over it for a bit before commenting. I really liked the slight sensation of melancholy, hearing the snail's lament. The concept of its passion project (eating) never truly fulfilling it because it in and of itself can never be completed because it can never be satisfied in approaching said completion, which without, is by itself unsatisfying, is really strong. The feeling of dissatisfaction but not being able to complete why you're dissatisfied is something which really resonates with me. Loved it.
This has rocketed up to my top three JoTW pieces, I absolutely love it. The perfect inclusion of bird symbology, with the chickens eating their own egg mirroring the snail's desires. And the weirdness of the way the theme is delivered, it's just perfect. I don't know if the snail will ever find the perfect pairing. I don't know if finding the pairing is a good thing. And that confusion is delicious, because I understand the feeling this piece is serving. Really good job, Mr. Skins. Also all those alternate titles are perfect lmao
Image on this page is created by me and released under CC-BY-SA 3.0.
Thanks for the opportunity to illustrate this gastronomic gastropod.
-Vi
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