I’m pretty sure I have posted Eveline Tarunadjaja’s work before, but I was looking for it earlier and couldn’t find the post anywhere so I had to re-post.
The subjects of Eveline’s work are so beautiful and curious; Sometimes they make me sad to look at, sometimes they seem merely mischievous.
Her signature of intricately detailed, cascading hair, almost reminiscent of a Japanese horror film, sweeps me along, and tangles me up in her wonderful work.











