THIBAUT CREPPE & VINCENT OVERATH (BE)
Two guys meet in Liège, work the absurdity of the world, burst out laughing and won’t deprive of anything. One is writing, the other is drawing, the two merging by four hands. Duncan Duncaan, their artistic alter ego, their virtual agent, is elected editor-in-chief of an eponymous review : Duncaan.
Between illustration and poetry, music and movies, reign an atmosphere of serious stupidity, inebriated ideas, fake pretension, strong friendship.
With a broken smile, through a window, a camera lens, on a paper’s grain, Duncaan make waves and proclaim that : Derrière Un Nom Commun Anonyme, l’Art Naîtra.
Between illustration and poetry, music and movies, reign an atmosphere of serious stupidity, inebriated ideas, fake pretension, strong friendship.
With a broken smile, through a window, a camera lens, on a paper’s grain, Duncaan make waves and proclaim that : Derrière Un Nom Commun Anonyme, l’Art Naîtra.
