Ever Take a Wrong Turn, and End up Facing a Wurmoplat?

2002. Acrylic on canvas. 16" x 20" Sold! But you can always commission a similar piece.

The creature slinking through the composition is known as a Wurmoplat... it's a dangerous mother, even though it has no particular liking to violence. Most of the time, its giant spikes, poisonously upraised di-tail projection, and giant, curly-toothed ass teeth (this was when I was really weird) are primarily sexual ornamentation. Murder is nothing more than a hobby to such a thing. Unfortunately, some adventurers, after having consumed some bad ale, believed it a wise decision to traipse through this cave (or did they challenge it?). Fortunately, the torch didn't see anything. There's a certain implied narrative... and it's as gross as it seems. Disembodied arm, anyone?