dms
At the beginning I intend to introduce my ‘cute’ sorrow. I prefer giving a cute looking to a comparatively not good thing. Because it can keep the overall presenting of the work, make it not so happy to be off the beam, or not so sad to make audience uncomfortable. For everyone, for the audience, for me, it is a little bit strange. Thus if you are looking at a cute but weird thing just standing in elevator dully and waiting for you, then you feel like you can just stand near by it but all you want is ignoring it, that is the feeling I want.
My expect subject in my BA course next year is game art including concept art and character design, so personifying something had really interested me. By the way I need to consider about the balance between
artistry and plot. On the second page, I just wrote my monologue. Hand-writing is one of my favourite element, because I do not have to find a satisfactory font in those boring and ugly types in typography library. I can change my hand-writing style to match whatever theme I got.
Follow-up, I collected all the words related to my sorrow. I have reasons for each of them.
Fireworks: There is a young tradition in Japan, that couples always go to the summer festival to see fireworks together. Influenced by Japanese ACG culture, this tradition had been known by a large number of teenager in Asia, everyone loving ACG culture is dreaming about seeing fireworks. I used have somebody I like to go with, but one day we left each other and went to different place to chase our dreams.
Her: same as before.
Drawing: I like drawing, I enjoy drawing as my relaxing. But gradually drawing makes me feel myself inferior. Because I found that I have no talent on it. I got worse color sensation than other drawers, I got weaker apprehension than other drawers. I do enjoy drawing and will not abandon it, I hate myself so much at the same time.
Singing: I like singing too, and the reason is just like drawing.
Weak: I have been weak since a kid. So my classmates in primary school had been bullying me. My parents send me to learn Taekwondo and Chinese Kungfu, but I can not still fight against the others in combat practice. I think I am unable to protect people I love.
At the end, I made the same form as the beginning. Sorrow will leave, but will not die. It will follow us into our grave.