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Choose your own direction

Before you, a lone and large tree stands at the forkroad. There’s an old signpost but the letters are partially erased and one of the directions has drop to the ground.
To your left, the path leads down in the valley, to a distant forest, fuzzy and green.
To your right, the path climbs the mountain to a dark castle on top.
While you’re thinking about where to go, the eyed rock watches you in silence, intensely.
What will you do?

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Devant vous, un large arbre solitaire se tresse à la fourchée des chemins. Il y a bien un panneau indicateur mais le lettrage est partiellement effacé par le temps et l’une des direction est tombée à terre.
A votre gauche, le chemin descends dans la vallée, vers une forêt dans le lointain, dense et verdoyante.
A votre droite, le chemin grimpe la montagne jusqu’à une imposante et sombre citadelle juchée au sommet.
Alors que vous réfléchissez à quelle direction prendre, les rochers vous zieutent en silence, intensément.
Que faites-vous ?

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Porte-mine sur carnet A6

Eye of the storm

Eye of the storm

“Ridin’ the storm out, waitin’ for the thaw out
On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter
My wine bottle’s low, watching for the snow
Thinkin’ about what I’ve been missin’ in the city

And I’m not missin’ a thing
Watchin’ the full moon crossing the range
Ridin’ the storm out
Ridin’ the storm out

My lady’s beside me, she’s there to guide me
She says that alone we’ve finally found home.
The wind outside is frightening,
but it’s kinder than the lightning life in the city.
It’s a hard life to live but it gives back what you give.

– REO Speedwagon

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

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Hellfest MMXIX

It’s that time of the year, Hellfest is coming to Clisson.
Come meet me there and I’ll doodle something for you!
Your Clue? Search for the monks.

PS. Doodles will continue during the Hellfest on DA and Tumblr,

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La porte des Enfers s’ouvre à Clisson, Le Hellfest est là.
Venez m’y chercher, je vous gribouillerai ce que vous voulez !
Indice : Cherchez les moines.

PS. Les doodles continueront d’être postés sur DA et Tumblr.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6. 

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Technical Difficulties

I’m taking a trip to the Highlands, among fluffy cows and hills so pretty,
Expect erratic behavior and non-euclidean responses during this week.
Daily doodle are scheduled on Deviantart and Tumblr so don’t worry.
I’ll be back in a week with tartan plaids, multiples stories and whiskey!

***

Je part en vacances aux pays des vaches fluffy et des collines si jolies
Attendez-vous à perturbations techniques et mutisme de ma part
Deviantart et Tumblr seront quotidiennement approvisionnés, c’est promis
Je serai de retour dans une semaine, plein de whisky et de belles histoires !

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook featuring Feral bone spirit, Martha, Sentient rocks, Delilah and Tentacles.
Criterium sur carnet A6 avec L’esprit d’os, Martha, Les rochers pensants, Delilah et des Tentacules.

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Nice place to rest

Grandma Jeanne found the strange eyed rock while strolling a forgotten path high up in the mountains. She tried to communicate numerous times with it while she carried it back to her home, but the rock never responded to her attempts, only gazing intensely at her and blinking occasionally. Once she got back to her garden, she put it right by the stairs, so she could sip her morning coffee with it, gazing at each other.

My grandma Jeanne passed away years ago, and now I’m in charge of the cottage. I tried my best to keep the garden clean and flourishing. At first I was surprised and an bit scared by the rock. Like Grandma, I tried and tried to talk with it. Now I’m just sipping my morning tea with it, like my grandma. We keep looking at each other and that’s fine. Quite relaxing in fact. I just wish it could talk about grandma. I miss her so much.

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Mémé Jeanne a ramassé ce caillou bizarre lors d’une de ses virées en haute montagne. En le ramenant chez elle, elle essaya de communiquer avec, en vain. Le rocher se contenta de la regarder intensément avec ses grands yeux candide, clignant occasionnellement. Une fois rentrée, elle le posa à coté des escaliers du jardin, comme ça elle pouvait le regarder à loisir en prenant son café du matin.

Mémé Jeanne s’en est allée il y a de cela quelques années maintenant. C’est moi qui m’occupe de la maison désormais, et j’essaye de m’occuper du jardin du mieux que je peux. Au début, le rocher m’a vraiment surprise, et comme mémé avant moi j’ai essayé de communiquer avec à de nombreuses reprises… en vain. Je prends mon thé matinal en sa compagnie maintenant. C’est relaxant. On se zieute tels des chiens de faïence, et je me laisse aller à souhaiter qu’il puisse parler de mémé. Elle me manque tellement.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook / Criterium sur carnet A6

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Returning Home

– Sarg’, permission to talk freely?
– Yes, son
– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?
– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there, and put it in the blue thing.
– Aye sarg’  

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Returning Home

– Sarg’, permission to talk freely?
– Yes, son
– Why the f*** are we carrying a eyed rock to the gate?
– Don’t ask, Don’t tell. The white coat said so, son. So take that… eyed thing, go up there, and put it in the blue thing.
– Aye sarg’  

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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Examination

Dr Bretzelovich was baffled. So was Dr Acharya and Dr Levinov and all the others.
The army has contacted each of them individually, telling they manage to extract a sentient being from another dimension.
The opportunity of a life time!
 
They
didn’t knew what to expect, but certainly not that. They tried every
method of communication, they peeked, probed, measured and scanned for a
while without finding a clue.

Dr Acharya let his clipboard fall to the ground.

– “This is no use. I want…I just want to give it a hug.”

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook

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The stray cat and the sentient rock – 3

After that, the cat did return occasionally to sleeps on the rock during the last days of autumn.
Winter came, and the snow covered the rock, forcing it to closes its eyes and wait for spring.
Upon the return of the sun, when the snow melted away, the rock waited again for the cat.

Slowly, the rock started to purr.

Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook.