Delft, the city of little red bricks and blue porcelain.

Drawn with my precious fountain pen and Pelikan brown ink. Oh, and a water brush, and actual quality drawing paper, unlike the one used in the previous post.

And winter is coming.

A little drow

A comission for a roleplay drow character. It had been a while.

True story

And that is why you will never see me wear that white sweater anymore.

Blijdorp

Notes: klipspringer = litteraly "rock jumper", in Afrikaans/Dutch.
Rough translation of the end song: "Forgive me if I offend you, misters from the whole of France, this song is important to me, I don't quite like hunters." Song from Mannick again.

Blijdorp is, of course, the beautiful zoo of Rotterdam- really worth the visit!

Happy easter to anyone who celebrates it!

Fanart- Castle Waiting.

When I realized that Castle Waiting had in fact been published for years, and that I was only now discovering it, I felt a bit like arriving at a party after everyone's left.

Because it's awesome.

It's a graphic novelish series published in 2 tomes, which are quite difficult to find so I ended up with one tome in English, one in French. If you have any choice in the matter, don't read it in French. I ended up guessing most of the original jokes from the weird translation choices.

So what do fairy tale characters after the story ends? Sounds boring. Is not. Linda  Medley's art is beautiful, lively, in complete coherency with the text. If you can find it, get it.  I don't very often get so hooked on graphic novels that I keep reading and re-reading them, but I have the two volumes on my desk still now. (The other graphic novels falling in this category would be, in very different styles: Watchmen and Maus.)

Also: if I ever, ever manage to draw like this woman, I can die in peace.
Wikipedia page
Article from someone who liked it too, with some page samples.

Une vie ne vaut rien...

Listening to the news is rarely a particularly cheerful  experience, but this week has been even worse than usual. I didn't even add the latest horror story, because I heard it only after I drew this comic. Rescuing snails is my way of protesting against the ruthlesness of the world.

The title is a quote from André Malraux, "une vie ne vaut rien, mais rien ne vaut une vie" (a life isn't worth anything, but nothing is worth a life.)

Dear Esther

The Dutchguy downloaded the "game" yesterday evening, and I've simply never seen anything like it before. It's a new form of art, something between a movie, a poetry book, or a song.

Strangely enough, the Dutchguy found it completelly depressing, while I thought the ending was hopeful and liberating. I can't deny that most of the piece is completelly gloomy, however, and you should probably not "play" it if you're already feeling a little depressed. But if you're not, and if you are also vaguely contemplative by nature, then you should definitely have a look at it!

A goodbye to the cold (hopefully?)

I already knew much how the dutch liked their rivers and canals; I wasn't prepared to the feeling of general euphoria provoked by an ice coat thick enough to let people walk and ice skate on it. Last saturday, I discovered the joy of playing Jesus as the Dutchguy brought brought me to walk on the water until we could no longer feel our feet.

It felt like the whole town was on the river, too. Entiere families, snack bars, barbecues had sprouted out of nowhere on the ice. It was like discovering an entierely different town.









And that's how thick the ice was! The Swamp bubbles caught into it seemed to go down for 20 cms at least. And so pwetty.

Oh, a Dutchguy on the ice. That's also roughly when we concluded that this was entierely too cold to stay outside much longer. Brrr.