Metamorphosis Marvel Prints

'I'm sorry sweetie, this just isn't working... you've changed!'

"Well, I suppose I'd better go and get changed"

Insect Police. There's his mug shot and this is a computer generated image of what he might look like today.

'Sorry Bruce, but we have to stop seeing each other: I've changed, you have to understand...'

"No! Of course you're beautiful, now. . . it's just that, ever since you showed me those baby photos of you. Well, I just can't seem to get those images out of my head."

"Being reborn, eh? What better time to learn about our Lord? He was smooshed for your sins - did you know that?!"

Mr. Metamorphosis: "At least this better than waking up as a cockroach."

"I thought you wanted me to change."

A man deflates and dissolves into the ground and becomes a flower.

"It's not face paint. I'm transitioning into a snow leopard."

"You're not the same pupa you were when we first met."

"I've never read such utter nonsense! There's a guy here reckons we're all living in some kind of computer simulation!"

"You've changed."

"If I knew when this was going to end, it wouldn't be so stressful."

"I wasn't expecting to be in here for so long."

'You've changed.'

“I know you’re really busy right now, but when you have a chance I’d love to pick your brain about how you got to where you are today.”

"Why settle for itsy-bitsy when you could be swole as hell?"

"True, you're a butterfly now, but you still think like a caterpillar."

"I like to crawl. I was happier as a caterpillar."

"I prefer your early pieces."

'Sorry Bruce, but we have to stop seeing each other: I've changed, you have to understand...'

Yeah, I woke up as a roach because I was so full of existential dread – Why did you wake up as a dung beetle?

"We were so happy doc. . . but then she changed!"

Caterpillar Paranoia

Cocooning: "I still don't understand what's so cosy about it."

A man with butterfly wings flies off away from his previous shell of a body.

"Yesterday we're caterpillars, today this. Can't wait to see what's next."

"He doesn't look like you at all."'

"I don't believe it. That's my ex-wife."

"I don't feel ready to commit to a cacoon, either, but do you ever worry we'll wake up one day and be forty and still caterpillars?"

'I see a bright future, a transformation: Beauty, wings, elegance...'

'How's your research on nuclear waste disposal going?'

"I'm open to new things."

A horse and cart metamorphosing into a snail.