These are lean times. I don’t want to dwell on the preceding horrors – I’m sure that you, of all people, will be aware of what has gone before. You lived through the hungry times, yes?
But these creatures… these proud grass-hopper beasts we’ve grown from bone and sinew, from waist high pupae to these towering monsters… these Veldsprinkaan will be our salvation.
You don’t look convinced. There are other herds, in far off lands. One in the arctic, I’ve heard. But ours; ours haunts the veldt – the Serengeti – pursuing the vast migratory populations. It’s a strange life.
I often wonder what it is like, down in your cities. Maybe one day I will visit you and see them.
If you’re still around.
The veldtsprinkaan began as an (unsuccessful) entry into an 'eco-village' competition – but quickly divested itself of even the barest pretension of sustainability and became a vehicle for getting under the skin of studio colleagues. You can scratch together a simple model of one in an hour – there's something therapeutic about the process. The forms iterate and evolve – have been grossly enlarged, manipulated, stunted – but the basic language; the elongated, insectile legs and carapaces and mandibles, remain intact.