Once viewed as Gods, now alienated, left to disintegrate.

I honestly had another drawing for Jazza's competition. I put to much work in the sketch and ran myself into the sharpener with it. Wasn't feeling it anymore. So I changed, I hope the idea and image comes across. Every time I see the Easter Island heads I find myself wondering. How did they get there? What's truly underneath? This is what I drew. Hope you like it.