A bit of so-called art of mine.
Real deathrockers need to be rotten to the bones. They dance between tombstones and fallen leaves, one bony leg in a grave, the other is crossing a punk club´s doorsill. Time has ripped up their clothes and the flesh has gone. Keep calm, it’s okay to decay. Really.
CHECK OUT MY DEVIANTART even though there’s not so many pictures to see. Yet ;)