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Something fun :)

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If you've ever been curious about flipping through one of my sketchbooks, this is the post for you :) I used that one to carry with me in my purse and draw during commutes and wait times. I haven't omitted a single page*.

Enjoy!

*well, except one where I was doing some maths

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Wip

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Wip

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Progress

New gouache wip (covering up an old Inktober I didn't like at all and didn't want to see anymore)

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New gouache wip (covering up an old Inktober I didn't like at all and didn't want to see anymore)

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Convallaria majalis

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Mai le joli Mai

Est si loin à présent

Jupiter se cache

Derrière un voile pour briller

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Mon cœur est si vague

Ni lourd ni léger

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Mai si lointain

Qu'ai-je fait ?

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English translation of this poem

I, Demeter

I, Demeter, mother of wheat and olives

Gave my child over to the kingdom of shadows

I laid Persephone down on her bed of rubble

Like a poppy withered under my joists

I picked summer's fruit before its time

Pomegranate-red for Hades to devour

Greedily, grain by grain, like a bloody treasure

I lost Persephone on the banks of Lethe

I halted spring as it was blooming

To my trembling lips I held the absinthe

This year no one will shed tears for Hyacinthe

In the silent nest the chick is resting

If I go through the fields dried up by gusts of wind

Weighed down by the fates who reap my sorrows

It's because by my hand I immolated Persephone

As one throws a bone to the three-headed guardian

Everything I create, Hades has to touch

Spoiled seeds or diseased trees

Flowers dead from love, ephemeral parade

Prey in the thickets, butterflies without mouths

And poor Persephone. And as for me, waning

Deserted, snowy, in my body all alive

So full of appetite, evermore desiring

This inner winter pierces my essence

On the altar of Eleusis, resigned and serene

I will go and lie down, a bare-breasted mourner,

And I will go through my agreed upon hell

So that my sacrificed child may come back to me

04/2024

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Moi, Déméter

Moi, Déméter, mère du blé et des olives

J'ai donné mon enfant au royaume des ombres

J'ai couché Perséphone en son lit de décombres

Tel un coquelicot flétrit sous mes solives

J'ai cueilli avant son temps le fruit de l'été

Rouge grenade pour que Hadès le dévore

Goulûment, grain par grain, comme un sanglant trésor

J'ai perdu Perséphone aux berges du Léthé

J'ai halté le printemps en pleine éclosion

À mes lèvres tremblantes j'ai porté l'absinthe

Personne cette année ne pleurera Hyacinthe

Dans le nid silencieux repose l'oisillon

Si je vais par les champs asséchés de rafales

Alourdie par le sort qui mes peines moissonne

C'est d'avoir de ma main immolé Perséphone

Comme l'on jette un os au gardien tricéphale

Tout ce que je crée, il faut que Hadès le touche

Les semences gâtées ou les arbres malades

Les fleurs mortes d'amour, éphémère parade

Les proies dans les fourrés, les papillons sans bouche

Et pauvre Perséphone. Et moi, en décroissance

Désertée, enneigée, dans mon corps tout en vie

Si plein d'appétance, désirant à l'envi

Cet hiver intérieur transperce mon essence

Sur l'autel d'Éleusis, résignée et sereine

J'irai m'allonger, une pleureuse au sein nu

Et je traverserai mon enfer convenu

Pour qu'on jour mon enfant sacrifié me revienne

04/2025

English translation over here

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People irl reacting to this painting, the three options:

1) "So is this a man or a woman?" (Me: heh, whichever *shrug*)

2) *says he* (me: sure)

3 *says she* (me: sure)

Detail of a wip :)

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....Lol. lmao even.

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Every other day is dooms day here on Tumblr, but the ship is bound to sink at some point, so FYI, I am (tentatively) on Instagram and (a bit more firmly) on Bluesky and also on Pillowfort!

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Oh yeah! Ask game :D... It's hard to chose xD

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

For this ask game

So I've been pondering this extensively and first, I wonder if the question means "specific media" or "type of media", but in both cases, though I'm rarely compelled to do (and even less share) fanart (enfin à part pour cette fandom et ce blog que tu sais wink wink, but we don't talk about that), in both cases as I said, I'm not sure it's possible to love something and not be inspired by it.

I'm very porous and everything I love takes root in my brain, even if it goes out unrecognisable. Not long ago an Ethel Cain song made me draw differently. I don't try to emulate manga, but I'm aware Natsuki Takaya's pure lines peek out in what I do sometimes. Everything visual is a no-brainer but of course books and poetry inspire my themes. Etc etc. You know how it is.

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I like when it's colourful :)

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Never posted the finished version of this, but here it is, both ex and in situ :)