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Fanart of my favourite movie.Â
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.Â
A bit of work on light, perspective, structure...well. On everything.
Elegance is sweet.
âMake a dream of your life, and from a dream, a realityâ - Antoine de Saint-ExupĂ©ry.Â
Drawn for a friend of mine. Donât mind the bright colors, itâs a print!
Merry Christmas to all. Even though this is a bit clichĂ©, I feel itâs closer than anything to the Christmas spirit.
Instrumeals! The idea came with a pun in French âInstrumentsâ became âInstru-metsâ (âmetsâ = meals). Far fetched, but funny.Â
In the end, I tried to create a series in which I "arcimbolizedâ different instruments with the âmealsâ 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.
âImmaculato Cordi Sanguineis Manibusâ. âHis heart is immaculate, his hands, bloodyâ.
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 isnât that bad.
Please, summer, come back! I need a piña colada and some beach and sun fun.
My favorite person on earth.Â
Ladies and gentlemen, Kobe Bryant, or should I say...Kobae.
Some say that the Princessâs 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 guerriÚre, 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 derniÚre création: Voici Salva.
Salva est sans Ăąge, et un surnom a remplacĂ© son patronyme original. Reste qu'elle est connue de tous, et que c'est bien rĂ©ciproque. On lâentend arriver dans un cliquetis de bijoux en toc et de breloques en mĂ©tal bon marchĂ©. Elle sent le tabac, le cafĂ©, le parfum trop suave et aussi la fleur fraĂźche. Câest que Salva se pique de mode, et Ă©labore chaque matin sa coiffe du jour. Elle en vĂȘt ensuite lâextravagance 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 ambrĂ©. Elle toise d'un oeil torve ses cancaniĂšres voisines et, dĂ©daigneuse, tire de ses doigts noueux sur son cigare. Elle grommelle, la voix rauque et lente et roulante. Mais la vieille a le cĆur sur la main. La voilĂ qui trottine, genoux cagneux et chevilles fragiles, pour tendre une sucrerie Ă un gamin malheureux. Salva a gardĂ© sa force de championne de boxe, et sa fiertĂ© de Miss La Havane 19**. Aux jeunes filles du coin qui moquent son cĂ©libat, elle sourit doucement, creuse les sillons de son visage parcheminĂ©. Elle a en tĂȘte cet AmĂ©ricain repenti, ou encore lâAndrĂ© de sa jeunesse, et tous les autres Ă qui elle a pris ce quâelle voulait prendre, et donnĂ© ce qui ne lui coĂ»tait pas. Si d'aventure elles insistent, Salva gronde et congĂ©die sans mĂ©nagement les ignorantes.