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Emergency. A series by Cereus

What you are about to see is a series of close up portraits of girls, drawn with the idea of having them emerge or disappear into the page. Some were digitally reworked. The logo sports a butterfly resting on barbed wire which is spun to make an infinity symbol. I know, its all fucked up. Posted under my Artist alias, Cereus. enjoy and follow the link below for more of my work on Behance.

 
"Where do we go from here?" 



 "Somewhat Innocent"



"Immortal"


 
 "Homage"


 
"Kitara"


 
Shani fan art


Thank You

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