The Ankou and the Angel.

I am quite fascinated with the way christianism managed to incorporate elements of the local mythologies wherever it went. In Bretagne, grimacing skelettons keep the peace in cemetaries. Heroes of old legends were turned into holy men. The Ankou keeps on walking the misty roads under heavy grey skyes, while an Angel looks at him from the top of the chapel.

Winter Aerenxa.

Greatly inspired, as always when drawing Aeren, by a mix of several tribal dancers. Colored with fountain pen inks only.

Anachronisms

This is a character of the Dutchguy's. The furniture he's sitting on is both familiar and exotic to me. There is no real chronological logic to the items present on this drawing.

A team picture.

Re-post: flowers on three graves.

The original post was somehow corrupted and I lost the text, and I don't feel like rewriting it. Anyway it can be summed up like this:

Ladies,
I wish you weren't dead.

Victorian mortif.

This character belongs to Nyctalinth.

More characters.

Fresh batch of stuffs from this summer. All the pictured characters belong to other people and this is just my take on them!

A lady you both want, and don't want to meet, now that she's unchained. This one's purely digital.

Do I still need to introduce Aerenxa? She's probably the one character I have drawn the most over the years. This version of her is digital as well.

And we finish with a rakshasa eating spaghetti.

Because why not.

Aerenxa and Saevio on a big fish.

Who never dreamt of visiting Sigil riding a flying barracuda?

Some character drawings.

Bretagne and barbarians.

Three very different drawings from the month of december: first, the port of Douarnenez, in Bretagne. Fountain pen and ink.

And now for something completelly different: this is a barbarian and his name is Saevio. He is currently having a deep and meaningful conversation with a skull.