Working on a new book is so immersive, you sometimes loose sense of time or space. Timelines become blurred and you doubt where you belong... or even who you are.

For months now, it’s all about registering everything I can find; from fashion to mood, furnitures or environments.

Other literature relating to the text I am illustrating is as important as the source text. For instance, I’m finding myself deep into suddenly reading Hegel, Schiller and Hölderlin only because I found a small connection… It’s all a bit mad at the moment, but the idea is to keep the senses open and let everything in.

I feel scenes start to develop in my head. At first they are a couple of panels long but sometimes they are much more elaborate. This is where the next stage starts, even before a script it set. Camera movements and positions are some of the things that appear more clearly to me.

It is like pulling a thread. Everything follows in a sort of chaotic logical way.

So it is back to continue digging. Thanks for reading this and see you soon.