Le moment venu, le moment juste.

Hell'o. Today I speak french 'cause I'm too lazy. But don't worry, english readers, maybe I'll use a friend to translate.

Dérivé d'un projet pour les Jeunes Talents, non-sélectionné. Au départ, c'est en trois planches séparées :

Ce doit être la première fois que je travaillais avec autant de brouillons, d'essais préparatoires, de réflexion sur le mode narratif. Après tout, on sait combien les rhinocéros foncent dans les arbres avant de trouver un coin tranquille.

Olectre

Hell'o. Labyrinths are hard to build, especially when made of seven groups of seven hexagons.

Vilain controls electricity.

Heros make what they want.

She left.

But maybe it was a different story.

Stand up

Hell'o. This is a hungry day.

A gangster movie is being shooting.

A strange maybe absurd movie is being shooting.

Life of Brian is being shooting.

But maybe it was a different story.

Hell'oween

Hell'o. I would like to draw special strips for Halloween. But time was not mine.

There was a country with ogres.

So humans create some stuff.

Finally it was the end of moon.

But maybe it was a different story.

Aus des ersten Dimension

Hell'o. Perhaps we should build an altar in honor to Saul Steinberg. Or just read his stuff and enjoy.

In a horror country was a thin house.

In a thin house was strange people.

In strange people was regular atoms. Although they proceed oddly.

But maybe it was a different story.

Angry hungry

Hell'o. I have a desire for mimolette, such a good cheese.

The man wants to quit his line.

The man continues.

The man is lost.

But maybe it was a different story.

Taquiner le flocon

Hell'o. To me, Spinoza is like my family. But we only disagree when it comes to hope.

This is a man who plays with water and die.

This is a man who plays around a cliff and die.

This is a man who lives and die. And others die too. And a child is born.

But maybe it was a different story.

Sympathie for the Duck.

Hell'o. I'm on a story, but the hesitation builds a home in my head. Two versions of the same story. Three different time-lines, or one line with three times.

They arrived with death in their wake.

This world was the opposite of theirs.

And the natives worshiped nature.

But maybe it was a different story.

Duckiana Jim.

Hell'o. This last night in France, we changed time. So from 2:08 am to 2:09 am, I watched a series and read a comic book. Fun.

I looked at the dangers of the world on my computer.

Of my own accord I found a treasure there.

Nothing interesting.

But maybe it was a different story.

Le tragique d'un spin-off

Hell'o. I guess I have to tell you the truth: I'm french, even if I write in english. So I only use simple words.

The writer seeks inspiration.

He imagines a popular death match.

He decides that this idea deserves a painting and the universe collapses.

But maybe it was a different story.

How is funny in Shadow City.

Hell'o. Today I saw pages of the artists who participated in magazines Métal Hurlant (or "Heavy Metal" in U.S.A.) and (À Suivre). I never understood the comics of Druillet, but his original pages shine whith a radiant beauty.

A man looking for a Duck faces shadows.

Shadows were actually not a democracy.

However a man can bring light.

But maybe it was a different story.

Guère épais

Hell'o. Time to stand in line.

Once upon a joke.

This provoked an awkward war.

A solution was: kill the joker.

But maybe it was a different story.

Endless time

Hell'o. Same people, different story.

An apparition.

Quest of Wisdom.

And still searching.

But maybe it was a different story.

Walk a line

Hell. A new blog. How to start ?

I guess, it begins with a man.

And then, other men come.

Finally, the man left alone.

But maybe it was a different story.