It's been oh so quiet here on the blog front. Chances are you were thinking (hoping?) that was the end of me. Pecked to death by a flock of angry seagulls on a dark Dundee evening.
But no. I had escaped to France in order to mould the lives of young, impressionable francophones. Then travel. Whilst I was away, I had the very honoroable intention on keeping a sketchbook travel diary and filling it up with wonders and tears and magical moments in which one gets lost in for years to come.
Alas, that never really came to fruition. My intentions were good, but in practise I never had any time to myself whilst barking at French kids to behave and then when I did have time, all I wanted was sleep. And wine. So much wine. However, I did get some pages done which I've added below and the experience has given me much inspiration to get back to drawing now I have nothing to do with my life at the moment, so what was first intended as a travel diary designed to record events as they happened, my travel diary seems to have morphed into a tool in which to indulge my nostalgia...
Or at least that's my excuse.
So expect some kind of little cartoons of my adventures in up and coming weeks, but for now please enjoy a wee selection of what I actually managed to produce and like during my "Séjour en français":
Funky house with a crazy tall roof in Tours.
My wee friend from the first week, Clément. I shared a room with him and he talked in his sleep. At first in French and then English by the end of the week. Job well done I say. That boy was a real life cartoon.
Drawing in the Rodin museum, Paris. Some American guy's got a picture of me drawing this. He asked me to take the picture of me in such broken English (thinking I was French) that I didn't understand him. When he departed with "Au revoir - merci beaucoup" I realised that he still didn't gather I wasn't actually French...
Italian mother and son chilling in some gardens in Paris. Reminded me of Yzma and Kronk from Emperors New Groove, had Kronk been Yzma's son...
I went to visit Gobelins L'école de l'image in Paris. My reaction was exactly how this describes.
I MUST GO TO THERE.
Cool structure in Brussels - the Atomium. Pretty dull on the inside however.
Till the next time, France... You've treated me well.
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