Fanart of my favourite movie.

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Fanart of my favourite movie.
Happy Valentines, girls and guys.
Life of Rita
Rita loved to read. She loved it so much, she sometimes forgot to eat, or to go out. Even in the summer, when she could hear the laughs of children outside, she read. She loved it so much, she could stay all day long sitting at her window. From the brisk morning light to the very end of Golden Hour, and all throughout an August afternoon, Rita sat and read and was the happiest child on earth.
A bit of work on light, perspective, structure...well. On everything.
Elegance is sweet.
“Make a dream of your life, and from a dream, a reality” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Drawn for a friend of mine. Don’t mind the bright colors, it’s a print!
Merry Christmas to all. Even though this is a bit cliché, I feel it’s closer than anything to the Christmas spirit.
Instrumeals! The idea came with a pun in French “Instruments” became “Instru-mets” (”mets” = meals). Far fetched, but funny.
In the end, I tried to create a series in which I "arcimbolized” different instruments with the “meals” that they inspired me.
Indian summer mood.
When a friends asks for a Disney(tm) -Princess-style portrait of his sister for her birthday...well you just cannot say no.
“Immaculato Cordi Sanguineis Manibus”. “His heart is immaculate, his hands, bloody”.
An illustration of a character I invented years ago.
Check the process on my Instagram! : @artbymabe
My take on The Three Musketeers. Obviously without muskets.
Metro Heads! Commuting isn’t that bad.
Please, summer, come back! I need a piña colada and some beach and sun fun.
My favorite person on earth.
Ladies and gentlemen, Kobe Bryant, or should I say...Kobae.
Some say that the Princess’s Castle (as the people call it in the county) is still inhabited. However, nobody entered nor left the place for centuries! On his way to unravel the mystery, Mr Ladybug marvelled at the landscape ahead of him...
La Kahina Dihya. Femme guerrière, reine so fierce et éventuellement voyante, you can't even. Je l'ai découverte aujourd'hui, mais cette figure tant historique que féministe m'a tout de suite plu!
Toute dernière création: Voici Salva.
Salva est sans âge, et un surnom a remplacé son patronyme original. Reste qu'elle est connue de tous, et que c'est bien réciproque. On l’entend arriver dans un cliquetis de bijoux en toc et de breloques en métal bon marché. Elle sent le tabac, le café, le parfum trop suave et aussi la fleur fraîche. C’est que Salva se pique de mode, et élabore chaque matin sa coiffe du jour. Elle en vêt ensuite l’extravagance avec une coquetterie magistrale, sans que jamais son maigre cou ne flanche. Vous la rencontrez au coin de la paillote ***, assise comme une reine sur sa chaise de plastique blanc et sirotant un rhum ambré. Elle toise d'un oeil torve ses cancanières voisines et, dédaigneuse, tire de ses doigts noueux sur son cigare. Elle grommelle, la voix rauque et lente et roulante. Mais la vieille a le cœur sur la main. La voilà qui trottine, genoux cagneux et chevilles fragiles, pour tendre une sucrerie à un gamin malheureux. Salva a gardé sa force de championne de boxe, et sa fierté de Miss La Havane 19**. Aux jeunes filles du coin qui moquent son célibat, elle sourit doucement, creuse les sillons de son visage parcheminé. Elle a en tête cet Américain repenti, ou encore l’André de sa jeunesse, et tous les autres à qui elle a pris ce qu’elle voulait prendre, et donné ce qui ne lui coûtait pas. Si d'aventure elles insistent, Salva gronde et congédie sans ménagement les ignorantes.