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A LOT of pretty drawings. Here, we dont aim for quality ; we aim for quantity, gluttony, overdose.

Thank you so much for checking out what I do. I hope you're having a cool time on my site.

SUMMARY


BLUE DONKEY

The Blue Donkey is being mutilated, eaten, tormented,

yet he keeps coming back, again and again, with his smile. He remains indifferent to his suffering.

He is the archetype of the absurd hero : he moves forward because thats the only thing to do. He's not lured by a carrot, but by the concept of a carrot.

Is he broken ? It's up to you.

Voices are always true

Panic

It was in my head
Dont look behind
Kind Bird
Follow the rythm
Tic Tac

Up

His eyes - always his eyes

This old, soft body

TURING MACHINE

YELLOW TOWN

Monsters and various landscapes glimpsed in the psychic world.

No matter how threatening they may seem, they are always tamable.

He is Love
It's a finite republic of delicious pleasure
Fragment
Celestial train
Full of Heart
Birth
His multiples looks
Gigabrain
Brain rythm
Psychic Dog

Androgyne


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GREY WEATHER

Drawings made on the job, fueled by fatigue and boredom.

For many of us, work is a prison. These are attempts to escape it.

I don't know, I just love it

Tenias of Boredom

Epiphany

Out of their world



BLACK LIGHT

Old-school snapshots of depression. Once drawn, it’s not so frightening anymore.

Love of a Mother
Minos, abstract
Minos, true form

Tree

Untitled

Mental fog
You are a body
Projection

Confort

An unpleasant view of yourself

my journey

These drawings hold a part of my truth from turning points in my life.

They are intimate, not always beautiful, but pure sincerity.

June 2025 (Kissing simplicity. I just enjoy what I do, making art for the sake of art.)

February 2025 (Journey to Australia — I stubbornly choose to see my life as a work of art. An overdose of imagination.)

January 2024 (After a long journey, I emerge filled with hope and gratitude. The former Me fades away, so I pay my respects to him..)

Summer 2023 (Depression at its peak. Mental fog. Diffuse despair. The feeling that something is off inside me, but I can’t name it.