Hello everyone, and welcome to this weekly recap of Mr Owl. This week started on the 20th of February 2017, and this time, Mr Owl couldn’t get a proper sleep…
MONDAY

Today Mr Owl is as free as a bird! Actually he’s flying home after a long night of work. Oh, and sorry for the nudity on this picture…
TUESDAY

In a nightmare, Mr Owl realises that he’s got hooves and horns. “I don’t even know how to make milk!!!”, he thinks
WEDNESDAY

Mr Owl just woke up abruptly from a nightmare because of a knock on his door. Then he realises he never sleeps in a bed. Nor does he have a door to his home. He lives in a tree. “This must be another nightmare”, he thinks, congratulating himself for being smarter than his subconscious.
THURSDAY

Mr Owl is lucid dreaming. He clearly hears a knock coming from one of those doors but he doesn’t know which one. “Is it tea-time already?”, he asks himself.
FRIDAY

Mr Owl opened a door, and found an older version of himself. “Hello?”, they both say at the same time
SATURDAY

Mr Owl finally woke up for real. He feels like he stood at death’s door. “And I can still hear this knock…”, he thinks, worried.
SUNDAY

Mr Owl finally realised where this knocking sound came from. It was a woodpecker, pecking up of Mr Owl’s home. “Silence, some of us are trying to sleep here!”, he shouts.
This week I really didn’t plan any story. The carnival started in Cologne – where I live – so it’s been pretty crazy. Remember I work in a bar / restaurant so aside from partying and seeing the city transform itself into a massive party hall, I’ve had some stressful times. Serving beers can be trickier than it sounds haha. But I still managed to publish 7 drawings so gold star for me. Auto congratulation, yaaay! Anyways, I just let the story unravel and see where it would lead me. I quite like the ending, it makes it seem like everything was planned from the beginning, when I actually improvised on the go. Also, I’m really happy with the composition and overall look of the last drawing. This is a bit strange to me, because my drawings get less likes than ever, yet I put more efforts to them, and I feel like they’re a lot more refined. For example, the first week I got between 7 and 13 likes, and this week, I got between 1 and 5. So I don’t know, maybe you guys are getting bored. Or maybe it was better when it was simpler. Or maybe likes are divided between Instagram and Facebook. Oh yeah, by the way, I also post on instagram : https://www.instagram.com/lairlair2/ I don’t do this series to get likes, but it’s the only return that I get, so I have to take it into account to evaluate how it is received.
I have just uploaded the 100th image on the Mr Owl’s facebook album. So I’ll try to do something to celebrate this symbolic number.
That’s all for this week, have fun and take care of yourselves!
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Sometimes, Mr Owl wishes he had a lot of money. “I know exactly how I would spend every penny”, he thinks.





















It’s more precise, it’s wireless, it looks better, it has a touch function, but mostly (!!) it is bigger. And those who say that size doesn’t matter should think twice, it is a lot more pleasant to work on a wider area. I can tell you, my arm and hand were always tense on the previous one. Because the difference in size between my screen and my tablet was so huge, any slight movement with the pen would have big repercussion on the canvas… Which sucks when you’re not 100% accurate, and no one is. Anyway, this is much better, and I am very happy.
Well look who just turned up at the party! Mr Owl can hardly believe it. “Was she really waving at me from the beginning?”, he thinks
Mr Owl saw The Lady. Now he’s a bit confused about what his next step should be. “Hello, my name is Mr Owl. Yes, like a night bird”, he rehearses in his head.
Mr Owl finally went up to her, and offered a dance. “He doesn’t even know my name”, she thinks
These beautiful people are turning round and round the dance floor. “Let’s not tread on each other’s feet”, they think.
Our lovely people decided to have a walk in the neighbourhood. “There’s nothing like a starry sky”, they think
The Lady just told him a joke, so Mr Owl can’t help but to laugh out loud. He almost ends up rolling on the floor laughing. “Hahahahahaha (…) ha.”, he thinks
Apparently the previous joke wasn’t a joke. The Lady really has bear feet. “Hahem”, says Mr Owl.
This week, Mr Owl is looking for a new outfit. Today in the fitting room, he has to laugh. Yes, the salesman told him it was trendy in Tokyo, but he still feels a little ridiculous with whiskers on.
This time the salesman was convinced he found a look that was perfectly edgy and cool. But it only gave Mr Owl a weird craving for gluten free tacos.
Mr Owl is trying out another outfit. “I’m not sure I can afford this one, but I sure look dandy in these clothes!”, he thinks
Mr Owl is a bit ill today. Nothing too serious but he chose to pause his search for a new outfit and rest for a while. “Atishoo!”, he says

Mr Owl is back at work. His coworkers have prepared him a little surprise. “I must admit that it’s quite hard to hide my emotions”, he thinks
Mr Owl received a brand new hat as a gift. His previous one was crushed in the accident. “How sweet of them”, he thinks
Mr Owl feels a presence behind him at his “welcome back” party. So he just rotates his head. After all, he’s an owl. After owl he’s an all. What. “Could it be…?!”, he asks himself. 





















