One day I stole a ragged magazine. I walked away the reading room while whistling nervously. Later, alone, I took that old art feuilleton out of my sweated shirt and there I met missus Dumont who taught me how to cut and paste old prints and photographs which show the way one must behave when at the table with an oiled wrestler queen.

Work Samples

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A entire glass of breakfast carrot juice for an oustanding bedtime story. Half of a moose sausage for the drawing of an elephant on the tablecloth.