cut and torn paper / wood10 cm x 15 cm private collection
The secret is out. When the dark storm clouds gather, the thunder rolls and the lightning crashes, it's a sure sign that a pod of electric narwhals is reeling through the skies above. Incidentally, the word narwhal comes (via a number of stops along the way) from the Old Norse word "Nar", meaning corpse, because of its color. It was a corpse whale. I bet you're glad I didn't draw that.
The inspiration equation for this piece reads as such: The B-52's "Rock Lobster" + one week of non-stop rain / a tokyo train ride = The Electric Narwhal. Which would be a great name for a band. Or a bar. Or a drink. Or a child.