Lost Oryx

Too late the oryx realised she probably wasn’t supposed to eat those green-grey berries. Now seas of gooey sapphire were rising where the low grass of the dried-up savanna used to grow, and curious flying fish were flashing their bright red beaks in the thickening air. The oryx sighed. This was going to be a damn long way home.


The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of inspiration for this particular scribble is a work of the Czech pop-surrealist artist Jan Kottman who has kindly let me use it here. For more information on Jan and his paintings, please visit his web – you sure won’t regret if you liked this one.

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