Hi again. Lately, I am trying to add some typographic work into my drawings. And since I’m supposed to be Lebanese, I felt like getting in touch with this part of me, so I chose Arabic.
And I wonder… Why did I make this? And another version in Arabic just for fun.
I thought I was going to stop blogging about my Art, but no. Here is an old piece I made using black Indian ink (encre de Chine) on paper.
Quand, à la tombée du jour, La lumière jaune s’écrase, Sur un chemin brisé, il court Angoissé par un coeur qui s’embrase. Fuyant vers un souvenir intouchable Qui, tantôt bon, tantôt beau, Eveille une maladie incurable, Peu-à-peu lui courbe le dos.
Here are some of the sketches inside my new sketchbook. I am working on a new style and way of lines. Less shading, more filled shapes. Less aliens, more humans. White drawings on black backgrounds, and I think it’s pretty
I started a new sketchbook two weeks ago: number 3. No I did not finish the previous one… I never do. And since it’s been a while since the red lipstick, I decided to get back here and show you what’s
Something I made for a poster at the Lebanese University about Human Rights. The text says: “Don’t be another lego piece”. The smaller text says: “When freedom of thinking does’t exist, we are only toys in the hand of the
A drawing I made a few days ago. Medium: Pencil, Ink pen and black marker. Size: 30×22 cm Thanks for stopping by, stay tuned for more!
I don’t know about you guys, but I really like paper planes. It makes me feel good things. Que tu es beau à regarder Quand tu planes vers la mer, Et j’aimerai tant te garder A jamais dans les airs…
You don’t see them. They don’t see you. They see a part of you, a part you decided to show to the world, visible and accessible by anyone. They see that part. They like it. The follow it. They want
I decided to change a little bit in the coloring technique. This time, I am using ink pen and markers. But the background (plain color) is digital. I will work on the coloring technique for better results later. Oh, you can
Petit café. Un début De matinée. Il l’a bu, S’est réchauffé, Il continu. A travaillé, Il n’en peut plus! S’est promené, Il a plu… Merde au cul!