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.
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.
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).
This illustration is the first of a serie of three I’ve done during my recent family break in France. I’ve been lucky enough to enjoy the last bit of summer and south of France isn’t exactly the worst place for that. The sun out there is definitively not the same as the London’s one!
I remembered I use to draw a lot of body-builded characters when I was a child and as a selfish tribute to myself I decided to do it again, but with a touch of sensibility as I’m such a sensible person… and I love ducks.