Kicking off the year with a fresh take by deconstructing my “comfort zone” illustration style and freeing it up from lines once again. Here is to the multiple paths one can take, inspired by those who tried it before.
A spontaneous collection of ducks is all it took to (re)trigger my obsession with illustration, again.
Duck A was born pretty small, like a cute little ball, with some sort of towel on the head like she just had a bath in the pond next door. She usually has.
Duck B was initially named Bird A, but I had some doubts about this, and I don’t do birds that much (yet). On top of being great at pretending being a bird, he usually wear a multi-layered jumper made of his personal collection of feather, accumulated over the years. Duck B is not afraid of cold ponds.
Duck C is very advanced for a duck, and can easily walk long distances between ponds thanks to her highly resistant boots.
From a project to another my goal was to find the right alchemy between a dog and a duck and some random guy stuck in the middle of a page, as it happens. This is a dive into the process of a process-less process.
So little resemblance, so much connection.
I’m into drawing ducks, but mostly tiny ones so I needed a big one.
His name is Duck and he’s got a lady friend, Lady Duck. Together they happily fly pretty high.
March is a month (.) that usually deepen my lines and makes me feel less young than the day before (this bizarre birthday thingy).
But March is also this time of the year when I plunge myself into a busy sketching process to complete the annual Serco Prize for illustration. This year I’m going to reveal my London best kept secret: The Blackheath Cavern Club.
A hairy character inspired from my recent trip in Greece (only the duck is British).
Obviously inspired by the previous duck based post, here is a little sketch with a duck, an octopus, and a fish.
I’m pretty sure this is a ridiculously bold statement but, – really -, time is flying like ducks are swimming and those three little guys I met the other day are certainly right. Wait or you’ll get wet. Do you see what I mean? Never mind, they do.
My dear blog hasn’t been fed for over a month, shame on me, so I had to find a quick way to fix this before I disconnect from the little world I know (=holidays!).
This is it for now and as a famous duck said, “better to wait, than being wet”. Sorry, I can’t remember his name (it’s in duck anyway).