Cicadas of Summer

Here's a page from my sketchbook.

The hum of the 17 year cicada has left our neighborhood. I can't help but be inspired by these creatures that remind me of perfect military machines. Their orange exoskeletons rise from roots and laser red eyes guide them after being underground for 17 years. Then, they plunge their hearts forward. They arch into their biggest back bend and literally split their old selves. As the remaining old shell drifts to the ground, these new born flying machines helicopter around; they riff on the waves of heat, these cicadas of summer.

Here's a video about them.

A bientot!