Almost to the point

Image via WikipediaThere you go. When you see the dots but can't see the line that connects them. When with every breath you think have reached the line but not yet. Like a Totoro up in the tree, you watch the world from above, are you part of it, are you just a character in the wind or a spectator in the back seat? When you would want to have a speech, but you hold to the essence and can't find the words, can't design the shape. Then you meet a warm smile in its definition of long haired frame and shiny sword eyes.

Merry Times

It's the time when ginger and cinnamon and my chef form the love triangle. it's the time when I want to see all the people smile and you most of it. It's the Merry time when we walk on Rudolphs and spend the nights in the kitchen with our friends: the spices and the goodies. And the gingerbread heads are starting off the season.

Drawing language in a world of lines

My first ever Manga character with better lines and some sense of proportion. I worship my manga icon books while I am trying so hard to understand the language of lines. Having no proper notions, only some feeling inside and some energy melting whenever I get my HB pencils.

The little black book

Finally with me.
The tiny book, always in current, with a set of rules that would become second nature to anyone who's about writing. See headline: Omit needless words.

About The idea

"If it's simple simple, it's boring. We try for the idea that is so simple that it will make you think and rethink." (Saul Bass, the man who made film titles into stars)

Lovable detail: inserting a graffiti heart with the initials of him and his lover in the closing credits of "West Side Story".

wearing the greek mask

MURAKAMI

"She has a half-sane, half-insane mind. It’s a Greek mask: if you see her from this side, she’s a tragic character; if you see her from the other side, she’s comic. In that sense, she’s very symbolic. I like that character very much. I was happy when I wrote her, Reiko-San."
Quote from Paris Review.

Simfonietta arms.

Photoset found on theartofanimation.

The 100% perfect simple story of a boy and a girl.

“A boy meets a girl. They have separated and are looking for each other. It’s a simple story. I just made it long.” says Murakami about his 1Q84 novel. Q is from the question mark. An amplification, they say, of his popular short novel “On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning,”

Have you read it? The short novel, I mean. I think I have. Or imagined, or dreamed, but it was there, in my mind, like for ever. It's the simple story. In the 100% perfect 5 pages. The boy is 32, the girl is 30. They met years ago and they immediately knew they were 100% perfect lovers for each other. They crossed, talked and acknowledged their 100% perfectness for each other. But they wanted even more, they wanted the destiny to certify. So they tempted it. They will put their 100% perfect match to test. They decided to separate and wait to meet again. Someday. One day. If they were 100% perfect for each other, they will meet again.

But then time passes and they forget they have met. And one day, many years after, one beautiful April morning, the boy walks from west to east and the girl walks from east to west along the same narrow street. Crossing the same spot once again. But the memories have faded away. Life rushed them away like ocean stormy waves. And they don't remember each other anymore. Then "without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever."

Whether they were 100% perfect each other even once, it has faded away. It' the simple story.

If there is a red thin thread between us, do gods leave a map?
Were there supposed to be any treasure hunt signs?
Or only heart beatings each second away to catch?
Did Hamlet ever mean his question marks.

Wandering around, soft hearted sketch in asuka111's gallery on DeviantArt.

one self vacuum of a hedgehog

when you might know you are not your best self, what do you do? Depending in what mirror's flash.

Astro Boy

So I find the Digital Cat, a Brit-Jap ”mashable" manga of modern future Japan. Mixture flavor British satirists tradition and an original story by Natsume Soseki, first published in serialized form between 1905 - 06.
Quick fact about manga it is mentioned when you download it (in limited edition still) here: have you had a crossing thought, "it is influenced by American popular culture and in its contemporary form emerged during the years of the occupation, after the second World War, but the antecedents will be traced back centuries to wartime, propaganda posters, woodblock prints, or ancient scroll drawings." It worths mention, that of course is one view about manga's history.

That from Reimagining Japan, global leaders and experts' insights edited by McKinsey&Company, and on their website, more contributions are expected through a student essay contest.

And then the Digital Cat says: "Humans made everything dark, not technology. I'm a genuine technological marvel. I'm my master's ears, eyes and brain."

Am I never shutting down until blue fatal error? By all means let me restart at this moment.

And though Digital Cat is fun, this corporate book will speak in its own language but the history will follow its own course in that beautiful land of people.

edward scissorhands

Kim: Hold me.
Edward: I can't.

like an edward of scissorhands he cut the paper wrapped around the snowglobe inside. he would then blink and go to dream for half an hour under a tree, carefree of the stripes on the glass temple.

A mailbox

A mailbox, a photo by u_ran2008 on Flickr.

Romantic pose, souvenir of a "has anybody sent me a letter?" excited later nostalgic question mark in front of my each mailbox.

Kindness poem

Can kindness stop an army? Can kindness stem a flood of tears? Can kindness stop a fever? Can kindness bring happiness near?
What can kindness do?

Can we flood into the streets/ And make our actions say /The world is going to change/And it's going to start today.
What can kindness do?

Can humankind be expected /To say we're all connected? /Can it be our only hope? /Can it be our only hope? /Can humankind...be both?

Discovering those words through this inspiring video.

Spirited Away

Antaeus was a half giant, son of Poseidon and Gaia. He would remain strong and fortified as long as he was touching the ground so each time he was defeated and put down he would stand up and come back to the fight.