The conjuror once strung his guitar and played for audiences of thousands. Thanks to the artificial immortality he possesses through cyborganic implants, he continues to mimic that musical act, though his instrument now produces little more than the gurgled cries of the damned.
Conjuror expands the realm of cyborganic mythology I’ve been developing over the past few drawings. I was trying to imagine what music might sound like in this post-apocalyptic hellscape, and since industrial music has been such a power influence on the imagery for me, I liked the idea of music in this world reverting back into something like true industrial noise. No rhythm, no melody, just clanging of metal mixed with ambient noise and erratic cries. To most humans, it would be difficult to listen to, but for these cyborganic monstrosities, it would be pure audial bliss.
On a personal note, I feel like I’m inching closer everyday to the art that I’m most excited about making. Yesterday I published the first of a four-part post on How a 100 Day Project Revived My Creativity. I know I’m not alone in struggling to find my creative voice again after going through an art program, and if you have a similar story give it a read and let me know in the comments what your experience has been like.
My everyday drawings are available for sale in my Big Cartel shop each morning at 11 am EST. For the first 100 days, each new drawing increases in price by $1.00, starting at $1.00 on day one. Everyday 029 – Conjuror is listed at $29.00.