Philippe Druilletさんのイラストまとめ

I will never let go, my last breath will be at the end of a pen or a pencil...

The son of the silver claw, popped out of her belly before the explosion...a killer...like her...a crazy machine...alive...

If we want to live better, let's finally learn about death. I held death in my arms, and I still tremble.

I thought that if sculptors create recumbents and musicians create requiems, then there was no reason why we couldn't approach death through comics..