new york illustrators

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.

Kuniyoshi Utagawa 歌川国芳 (Japanese, 1797–1861, b. Nihonbashi, Tokyo, Japan) - Cats Suggested by the Fifty-Three Stations of the Tōkaidō (東海道五十三次) (detail, left panel), 1847  Woodblocks, each sheet 14 5/8 x 10 inches

“Books Can Take You Places Donald Trump Doesn’t Want You to Go” , illustration of Hisham Matar article in the New York Times Opinion Pages.
Article here

And dear followers, if you are in New York this days , the wonderful art director I worked with for this illustration Alexandra Zsigmond @zsigmonda  curated a double exhibition called “Fit To Print” , the opening event is 29th march at NewYork Times gallery space and 30th march at the Society of Illustrator . The exhibition is focused on french illustrators from Strasbourg as me, Marion Fayolle, Simon Roussin,icinori ,Lucie Larousse, Juliette Etrivert and many more! We ’ll be there , so see you may be!

Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,