Since I haven’t posted any illustration artwork in a while, I’ll offer you a visual treat of Ohchan <3 referenced from Wink Up May 2010 photoshoot.

Remember the book cover of Rental Children? This was painted with that style in mind. Oh also, I’m surprised I sped up in my digital painting, which would normally span for days and weeks, and end up under piles of mushrooms in the folder. In case you’re wondering, this took me 5 hours on Photoshop with a tablet. (cause I couldn’t sleep the whole night after overeating for supper at the airport with the girls >_< )

Note: Respect my art, do not make changes or use it for other purposes. Comments appreciated!

The crisp, earthly scent of grass pervades the thick air hanging in silence after the last droplets of rain. A young man with a nicely angled jaw, pleasant features framed in thick black locks, blissful in his gait, smiles kindly approaching her. His arm reaches down to ruffle the hair on the bobbing heads at his side and guides them along as they toddle in her direction. She allows herself on her knees, nevermind the soiled trousers, greeting them with the warmest smile she can muster and picks one of them – his little boy – up. Hello there. The notable resemblance is not surprising, she reminds herself, yet what she sees when shuttling her gaze back and forth of them hints at the truth she has chosen to disregard all these while. Your mother must be beautiful, she muses.

A grey melody begins to nudge at the happy picture, from the way its low, solid and unusually soothing notes – like the cold of the rain amplified auditorially – are slipping into place so much so it’s coming off like a requiem. Melancholy spells the loss of a love that exists nowhere beyond her subconscious, is never made known and will never be for a lifetime. For a moment she observes him toying his silver ring fitted snugly on his long finger, his scintillating eyes now softened to expressive orbs.

Her hug on the boy tightens – dry lips alike – returning the man’s smile as he looks up. And that is when she lets herself drown in the sorrowful tune, wills the twinge of pain to go unnoticed and, exhales unsteadily into the comfort of the pillow, albeit slightly damp.

tbc..

[ Says CNN ]

- and I can’t agree more.
7 years ago feels like last century, yet the wind has never really stopped blowing.
I listen again to those tunes sung by the most beautiful voice, that have actually transcended the days and years and feel so close to my heart once more; with timelessness – of yourself, your creations – no one can parallel, nor forget.
That your legacy has been etched in history, there can now exist a forever.

I.. saw this a day too late :(

The funny thing is, half of this entry was written in 2008 and completed only now. Most of the details have already become fuzzy, but thanks to the AAA 2008 DVD we get to live through their wonderful Kokuritsu performance again and again. Written because.. I owe myself -_- and it wouldn’t make sense to write about 5×10 if I haven’t finished this.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

( Concert Day 2 / Note: Very long entry ahead.. )