The original Winged Jellyfish specimen, along with a beautifully bound edition of our short story, The Winged Jellyfish, was carefully packed and returned to the Harn Museum of Art in Gainesville, Florida.

But let’s take a step back.

It all began with a simple prompt: A docent handed me a sheet of aluminum foil. “Make something,” she said.

She clearly meant right then and there—something quick, so we could continue with her tour. I bunched up the foil into a wad, then folded it back out a bit, just to make sure I wasn’t turning in my assignment as only a ball. Mission accomplished.

But to be honest, I failed the assignment.

I failed to truly “make something” in the moment. But, in the realm beyond the point, that failure isn’t just common—it’s necessary. I’d spend the next ten days working on nothing but, would build on top of it since, and I have a feeling this story isn’t anywhere near over.

Recently, we commissioned Adam Oehlers to paint his interpretation of our short story. You should see That Winged Jellyfish for yourself. Spoiler alert: He nailed it.