“She continued to pinch the base of the flower with all the might her tiny hand could muster while she unwrapped an eyeball with the other hand.
She felt a pop, and a foul-smelling black sphere fell out of the flower to the ground like a large, rotted grape. She quickly held up the fresh eye, and tendrils wormed their way out from the center of the flower to grab it. They pulled the eye into the flower, where it spun to orient itself.”
— K. Ungeheuer
K. Ungeheuer was a writer of weird, dreamlike imagery, whose works are finally being collected and published together. I was honoured to create the cover for this fantastic collection of surreal stories.