Morning tea

Peace is the smell of orange flavored tea and toasted bread in the kitchen of a long lost house, with the morning sun pouring in through the curtains, and my mum turning to smile at me.

Come on you fallen star, I refuse to let you die...

'Cause that's wrong
And I've been waiting for too long...


Yeah it's wrong
And I've been waiting for too long...


For you to be,

be, be, be

be mine....
For you to be mine...

(...)



















(Lyrics: Placebo, Centerfolds. A song that always still makes me incredibly melancholic.)

From Yvone Bazin de Jessey's picture book.

While staying at my granmother's, I discovered a picture book belonging to her own mother. The pictures were of course all in black and white, so I invented colors for them.

 The family was none too poor, apparently - I figured these were dresses for special days, but according to my grandmother they were always dressed that way. Here, two nameless, but pretty ladies.

The end of the album was dated 1914, so I assume this was somewhere at the beginning of the XXth century.

 This lady was called "La Chauvin". On the picture she had a tired, hard working face, and wiry arms, but she smiled a sort of forced smile. I am not sure if her hair was very blonde or white. Her uncanny resemblance to my great-grandmother apparently caused some people to suspect that she might simply have been her half sister.

Would this be the reason why the family kept her?

 I know nothing else of this mysterious woman but I felt drawn to the straight, tense silhouette kneeling in the mud by the river.








Same album -two nameless men guiding a mule. They looked so proud on the picture, I had to draw them.

More White Note.

Yup!

Fanart white note.

Toute ressemblance avec des gens existant ou ayant existé est purement fictionnelle.

Sérieusement, un jour j'arriverai à faire des portraits.

Circassian dancers

That one is dedicated to Sawsan. I hope you'll agree that it's better than my previous attempt!
To make this one, I click-paused a youtube video of dancers until I got a movement that I found nice. And then I changed the costumes a bit.

Self- portrait from the past...

Come on, don't tell me I changed so much. People who knew me at that age will tell you that I rarely stayed away from trees for very long (Manue, if you pass by...). The only incoherence of this drawing is that I don't think I've ever worn trousers that weren't too short.

Some quick watercolor experiments.

The idea was just to splash colors on a paper and try to draw whatever I could imagine into it, without particularly trying to drawing well. Just for the fun of it.

Landscape

Sketchbook, black ink office pen and trains to work.

Fanart.

Mike van den Heuvel, who I've seen mostly play with A New Dawn. The moment I saw him on stage, I couldn't help thinking about Jack in A Nightmare Before Christmas. Hence this drawing. Also he's simply amazing to watch, especially to someone like me who always looked at grunters with a certain dose of perplexity. ( Point ball pen, watercolor, markers.)