One more for good measure. This is another of my favorite Kinebuchi renders.
You've been wandering beneath the city. The hustle and bustle has long been muffled. You turn what seems like the thousandth corner when the stagnant slime below stirs, coughing itself into a Grimer. You knew this could happen. So why are your hands cold with adrenaline? It looks harmless enough, almost goofy, yet uncertainty looms. Will you approach? Should you run? And where will you run in these serpentine sewers? Your eyes focus on the monster ahead. In your peripheral are colors, crimson and toxic; textures, rough-hewn and oozing; and polygons. Jagged polygons? Products of their time reminding you of where you are now, years removed from that first glimpse.
These pictures are still the same portals to imagination that they were twenty years ago. Such power is special. Please don't take it for granted.
