Ahhh ah. You don’t know the old communism days. Like dervishes, ... we’ll moan and cry. Who would’ve said all this would happen.
A brand-new world born from the “Djerhuks” characters. And from here… this turns into Zehuk.
A brand-new world born from the “Djerhuks” characters. And from here… this turns into Zehuk.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
