Sometimes I wonder what became of mythology. Of the sense of wonder associated with everyday life. Though the vikings may have told tales of women riding winged horses that carried fallen soldiers to heaven, we have no comparable stories of divine cadillacs whisking away the righteous to thier final resting place. People see what is in front of them, little more. The last refuges of wonder are in scientists astounded at the intricacies of nature, and in children insisting that they can hear the trees talk.
And If we did tell stories of divine Cadillacs, surely we must tell horror stories of it's counterpart, the jet demon. A foul beast belching black fire and gnashing its toothlike blades. A creature that lurks in dark alleys and gobbles up misbehaving children.
Done in ink and brush and a little white pencil. Mostly it was an excuse to experiment with smooth textures (such as on the engine). I hope to add a background eventually.
because the modern world is so large, multiple myths coencide that often have overriding themes. have you heard of the monomyth idea? it's literary, mainly.
Anyways I'm actually doing a project on mordern mythology right now. In particular I'm looking at the mythos around the jet airplane.
that is very very cool, kinda looks like a bird got caugt in an airplane turbine