Two old doodles waiting to be worked out. I draw these doodles while listening to the music of Diamanda Galas. Her music is of a sinister beauty and she produces the most strange, enchanting but also disturbing intonations. The homeless man, descending to the darkest corners of his soul. For the sake of clearness: Diamanda Galas is NOT a satanist or something like that. Neither am i, i believe in love and light. She uses dramatic, piercing ways to express herself. To transcribe her message. I think she's wonderful!
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