I was a little feverish last Sunday, and I woke up remembering this dream.
Overlooking a city from a top floor balcony, in the shimmering heat of the noon, I saw an Apollo rocket rise into the sky. But it slowly and elegantly turned around and crashed into its launching pad. Out of the boiling cloud a huge zeppelin emerged, changing its form like a huge blob, and hovering above the city. Wherever the zeppelin would descend, the buildings would slowly twist and deform. Whenever it rose the buildings would reshape again. It was very quiet all around; not even a sound from the birds. You would only hear the soft moaning of the wood fibres of the doors, as they were deforming.
7 comments:
WOWOW!!! il faut que tu fasse des BD! Superbe!!!
how many times did it took you to do this beautifull sketch? is it on the big watercolour moleskine (unpractical one?)
it is wonderfull!
and also strange that you dreamt about Zepplins... ;-)
I would not mind to see part two in the coming days....:)
(but I guess you are glad that fever is over...)
Nice sequence ...I like how you gradualy expressed the twisting houses well done!!!
Merci Pascal, les BD sont toujours mon inspiration (même les BD francais sont superbe, comme Moebius, Tardi, Druillet, Hermann).
It was made in the A4 Moleskine indeed. Unpractical... I am getting used to it. Took me about 2 hours.
Ludek, unfortunately I woke up at that point, I guess the rest of the story is lost in the eternal graveyard of undreamt dreams.
Super!
Zo super was de droom niet echt... ;)
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