T-SHIRT  LITTLE YAKUZA

When you drive along the sandy highway for a long time, and then you stop at a roadside motel and the massacre begins. It was somewhere in Mexico. The motel was very strange. If only because it was made of straw, the owner was a cop whose son played the pipe. This kid pretty much got on the nerves, because for half the night he was playing on the street, and then the sound suddenly died down. I decided that he was put to bed. Examining the room, I found a small TV, a bathtub, and a straw laundry basket. No crime. I could sleep. And it seems like a dream in a dream is often practiced, but this time my Mexican idyll was violated by the same kid. Opening my eyes, I saw him standing in my room, playing the pipe in front of the basket of laundry. A piercing blue, iridescent cobra gradually emerges from the basket... She seemed to glow in the dim light. Cold sweat, I just stared as if paralyzed at this picture until the kid turned around. His pupils turned red and I realized that something urgently needed to be done otherwise the taco for dinner would be made of me. I take his pipe from him, close his screaming little slobbering body in the bathroom. The cobra hisses, I fly out of the room with my belongings in horror to meet the screaming dawn. I run into the car and leave this creepy place, dissolving in the sun rays and the azure Mexican sky…🌞 The most interesting and difficult thing about this T-shirt is the childs figure. For me, drawing a real (well, almost) person is sooo unusual and even difficult. I redid the sketch three times until I finally drew what I was imagining in my head. Like other T-shirts, there are a lot of layers because of the black base, but this is exactly the color on which this drawing should be! Child tattoos add a little crime to the drawing.