I don't think words can explain how much I miss them, how much they mean to me or how much they represent. I just hope you - at least some of you - can capture their essence through this picture. It's not perfectly drawn nor neatly finished, there are sketch lines not erased and probably loads of anatomic flaws (not to mention all the details that my scanner decided to ignore). But I thought it would look artificial if I simply fixed it all up.
After all, it's not about technique, well-shaped figures or line perfection. It's about loss, sorrow, loneliness, despair, trust, acceptance, growth, dependence, renewal, passion. Meaning: it's about love. And love is not artificial, love is not flawless. It's a constant search for the beauty that lies within all imperfections.
Yes, two guys. Don't like it? Pretend one of them is a girl. Not working for you? Then simply don't look at it. Seriously, couldn't care less what you think. (:
edit: Light. Colours. Let's see how many of you will remove it from your favourites after that.