This is the male version of the twisted skull series, I made this to show my gratitude to my loyal customers, and friends who help me every time. Hope it's useful.
The idea came when some friends asked me why I only drew women, at that time I thought because it was easier to draw women to look beautiful. But then I, as an artist, wanted to challenge myself to draw a man, and here is the result, hope it's still pretty. :)
A life time celebration of the death and birth. as a child who grew up in a conflicted city (Poso, Central Sulawesi, Indonesia, 1998-2003) and fled from one village to another, running from a bullet shot that felt near the edge of my ear. Seeing the city burning and then the village where I took refuge, I felt that many things became unimportant, except for the beautiful things that should be celebrated, life and even death.
The thing that sticks in my memory when I fled the city, was seeing someone fend off a machete with his hand. When I saw that I felt goosebumps on my hands so I could only freeze. and during that chaos luckily somehow my family was able to escape from that place.
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LOTTS : GENTLEMEN VARIANT -90°
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This is the male version of the twisted skull series, I made this to show my gratitude to my loyal customers, and friends who help me every time. Hope it's useful.
The idea came when some friends asked me why I only drew women, at that time I thought because it was easier to draw women to look beautiful. But then I, as an artist, wanted to challenge myself to draw a man, and here is the result, hope it's still pretty. :)
A life time celebration of the death and birth. as a child who grew up in a conflicted city (Poso, Central Sulawesi, Indonesia, 1998-2003) and fled from one village to another, running from a bullet shot that felt near the edge of my ear. Seeing the city burning and then the village where I took refuge, I felt that many things became unimportant, except for the beautiful things that should be celebrated, life and even death.
The thing that sticks in my memory when I fled the city, was seeing someone fend off a machete with his hand. When I saw that I felt goosebumps on my hands so I could only freeze. and during that chaos luckily somehow my family was able to escape from that place.
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