These are traces of other lives that someone else lived, in my head. These are their pictures and their stories. Every character, or almost, here has a name and a story. They have goals and they have dreams. Some I haven't deciphered yet. Others are crystal clear. I just lay them in paper, mostly in sketches, sometimes with colour, so that other people may know they exist.
traces of other lives
scribbly asked: Just randomly saw your redrawings of old pictures -- they're really good! You've improved a lot. :)
Thank you so much!
If you think about, people rarely tell happy stories. The ending might me happy, but there’s pain and conflict in between. That’s because conflict is fun to watch, it’s like a metaphoric car crash; it’s what you life could have been and isn’t. And, after all the pain and hardship, the heroes’ victory is even more satisfying and feel almost like your own.
Yes, happy endings are sweet and always leave you with that warm and fuzzy feeling that some day, somehow everything will be alright. But they are also boring, dull and predictable. And false. In life, never is everything fine, there is always something.
Terrible endings, scary endings, sad endings and open endings are unsatisfying ,and sometimes unsettling, as they are meant to be so. They serve to thrill you, to surprise you, to awaken you to the terrible danger that lie out there, on someone else’s life or world. What happens exactly may surprise you, but the path to these endings is fairly clear. Rare are the stories where a happy ending is expected and you get something else. These are also false: life is rarely that terrible or scary (or exciting), there is always hope.
The best endings are those that lie in between. The couple doesn’t live happily ever after, but at least they are alive. The hero crossed the line, but the crime was stopped. There were casualties, but the war was won.
I can warn you before hand, this story’s end falls in the third kind. Because it’s not about heroes, princesses, daemons or serial killers. It’s about life. And life is often bittersweet.
