Lars de Ruyter
After helping Story Shack’s editor Martin Hooijmans artistically on his short film Tektites, Lars de Ruyter was asked to collaborate on this expanding story platform to keep up his drawing routine and give him an opportunity to show off his craft. Besides illustrating these weekly stories, Lars also works on storyboards, concept art and other illustrations for various clients.
Inspiration comes from all around but he is mostly fascinated by cinema and all it takes to make a movie. Therefore making beautiful drawings is not enough. Telling a story is key in creating intriguing visuals.
For Lars de Ruyter,this is a journey of progress and hopefully it will show more and more in future artwork.
To see more of Lars’ work, please visit: www.larsderuyter.nl
Stories illustrated by Lars de Ruyter
Through the Eyelids
Written by Martin HooijmansYou get in the car, memories of the evening swimming in and out of focus. You want to focus on them. Her parents get in the front seats, hit the ignition and drive off. Her mom makes a remark about how bad the weather is. Visibility is bad, snow flies around the windows. As they …
New Beginnings
Written by Martin HooijmansA fierce wind howled around the car, and cut into his face. It felt strangely cleansing, as if old bits of memory were chipped away, to make room for new ones. New beginnings, he stood at the brink of them, would topple over the edge in a matter of minutes. Already the engine ran. He glanced …
End of the Line
Written by Martin HooijmansBen stood ready in the courtyard, protected by his padded vest, waster held firmly at his side. The master-at-arms had sent his summons the night before. It was an early start, well before the rising of anyone else, the first gleam of morning light creeping over the high walls. When a shadow made the presence of …
Beard Club
Written by Martin HooijmansI never grew a beard. As a child, I looked up so much to my dad. Actually, I still do. He was rough, and as much as it itched, his facial hair was nothing short of glorious. Every night, brushing my teeth, I would wish for a beard like his. No such luck. Closing in on thirty, the …
Cow
Written by Martin HooijmansAll of a sudden, the grass did not feel that soft underneath my feet. The sun did not shine as brightly. My day, so free of worries, had took a turn for the worse. The way forward was blocked. Her companions had heeded my calls, had gone off the dyke, but not her. She stood her …