You have arrived at the MUSEUM. It's pretty drafty here (the structure is a pile of rocks, after all.) A nearby sign reads:
A lot of the galleries are still under construction, and will continue to be so for a while -- but if you want to take a closer look at any of the pieces within, right-click > open image in new tab. We apologize for the inconvenience in advance.
The entrance opens up to a central LOBBY, with a rotating centerpiece of selected works. There appear to be several doors leading to what are labeled as "PERMANENT EXHIBITS". Beyond the rotating centerpiece, tucked between two exhibit doors, is an information desk.
PERMANENT EXHIBITS |
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Illustrations |
Sh*tposting |
one time password ._. |
Sequential Art |
The information desk is a large stone slab with some brochures for the museum. You pick up one of the brochures. The half sheet of torn printer paper reads:
"ALL ART BY INFINITE SHOALS...please do not repost, reshare, or modify the work displayed."
"The work within explores fictional worlds that are often not so different from reality, but maybe better described as "reality" shifted a few degrees to the left. Occasionally, strange things happen as a result, but things typically work out for the best. Though the artist feels he can be a bit of a certified pessimist at times, ultimately, it is important to him that his work can uplift his spirits, rather than allow him to fixate on more existential dreads."
"The artist is often interested in exploring new ways in which one can streamline their artistic process in a manner that is more mechanical, perhaps more repeatable, but still enjoyable. This is likely due to the artist's lifelong struggle with a consistent artistic voice. If the art and the message in itself remains a dynamic and changing entity, then the artist hopes that the processes can be a little more calculated and measured. That said, it is always important to the artist try new processes, and refine it alongside an ever-evolving artistic voice."
Behind the information desk, you spy a disheveled figure hunched in front of a computer, surrounded by empty bottles of mineral water, working on something. Probably best not to bother them...