Eixample, Barcelona

joseph buquet was dead. she knew that -- he'd been dead for a week or two, told in excruciating detail by more than one corps member. & while it was tragic, of course, she didn't really know the man, & didn't see it. but she has since seen him. she's not had an encounter like this in some time, never straying from the costume shop or her own little living-space. so her delivering la carlotta's costume was different, & she was not eager to do so, but it was an order. she'd seen the late stagehand in the corridors; he'd taken her by the shoulders & yelled, head lolling from his broken neck. (the ghost, demoiselle! the head of death, the lasso! you shall die, we all shall die!) the dress had fallen from her hands, beads breaking & spilling across the floor.

Some Chara-Design practice made for Infographie classes.

Robot, Monster, Scandinave and Egyptian God.