Cathedrale
Saturday 10 May 2008
Un dessin de la cathedrale Saint André, place Pey Berland à Bordeaux.
Quelques heures d'après-midi lascives, un verre de vin blanc à la terrasse d'un café, feutres gris, et mine graphite pour les petits détails.
Dessiner une église... c'est long, et tellement relaxant.
Murmure
Friday 22 February 2008
It's a ballpoint pen drawing that I doodled on my little black notebook in the tramway.
It says ( translated)
The day I met you
You were speaking in silence
I was holding a murmur at the tip of my fingers
I was looking at no one
And had been singing softly for a long time the rhythm of seasons
A little old maybe, dreamer for sure
Wednesday 20 February 2008
The office located the other side of the city gives me frequent opportunities to miss the last tram, forcing me to walk back home. It takes about one hour when walking fast, but that's far from being a hassle, especially since I adore night strolls throughout the city; they always end up opening my mind to reverie and fill it up with some refreshing vivacity.
Once home I sat and drew this man.
I know he looks bizarre; his face features are disproportional, and his look asymmetric. One eye looks up, the other looks on the left. Is that the expression of this persistent dichotomy of mine ?
I didn't think much about what I was doing actually, and maybe that's the reason why he looks so me-like _ or at least the state of mind I was in.
The pencils I used didn't give me much chance to correct the mistakes.
Anyway.
Julie came home in the middle of it, offered me a rum and stayed a little while by my side. She was quite in advance of the drinks to say the truth; and I wasn't talking much.
It's silly how much I missed painting.
Rouge
Friday 14 September 2007
a porcelain face, a mischievous smile, and the feather of the pencils wanders on the paper epidermis
in slow,
and endless caresses.
Coffee on Caturday
Monday 30 July 2007
Un croquis rapide, d'après une photo reçue sur mon téléphone le matin et qui me fit fondre de béatitude, au feutre Tombow (pointe pinceau), 5 tons de gris et un rouge.
Ridiculous nude man
Thursday 29 March 2007
The flu I caught a few weeks ago, came in a highly inappropriate moment, but I don't know which one of the overwork or the illness provoked the other. The fever did not drop for days. Once passed the certitude that I was about to die drowned in my own sweat, I resigned to stay at home and get some rest for a day or two.
It had been about one million years since I hadn't had time, just to sit and doodle random things, without thinking.
The above sketch is ball-point pen on paper. After my hand, acting on her own, finished doodling, I couldn't help but laughing for 10 minutes. He has the look of a self-assured super-hero doing a modern ballet dance, naked.
Ridiculous indeed.
Sketching roommates
Saturday 3 February 2007
Having a new flat full of roommates and plenty of their friends is quite convenient for practicing sketching. They all quickly get used to being portrayed, and rapidly stop noticing. The drawback is that they keep moving all the time. Some of them are pretty quiet, but most can't sustain a pose for more than 2 nanoseconds :-/
I just have to fare with it. Actually I'm more used to draw people from my imagination rather than from real life, but I know that a good artist absolutely needs both sides, so I hope to make good progress here.
( ft Jess, Julie, Matth, Thomas, Benoît )
Croquis aux trop longs bras
Wednesday 6 December 2006
Un croquis au stylo dans un coin de bloc à dessin.
Je ne sais pas.
Comme on se sent étrange et vain quelques fois.
Comme une simple étreinte, ce parfum que l'on connaît peut nous soutenir tout entier.
Volubilis Monolithe
Sunday 9 July 2006
Volubilis Monolithe, crayon de couleurs sur papier. Il me semble que l'inspiration pour ce dessin m'est venue de Beksinski, alors que la palette ocre ferait penser à Di Maccio.