Talents.

I love drawing.
When I notice myself, I'm always drawing, or doodling.

But you know, there are loads of people who can draw VERY WELL.

This is a very good website for those young talents who are passionate about drawing.

http://www.conceptart.org/?

Looking at these very high level skills, amazing.

This reminds me, that I should start painting again!


It't not that I want to become a painter, but I would still like to keep having 'painting' as one of my things in daily lives.




I heard this somewhere...

To become successful, (in any fields, I suppose)

'99% of hard work, and 1% of luck'


Ciao ciao.

Today.

So, it's been almost two weeks and a half since I started my intern at Another Word, a small film making company which is a great, full of energy and magical place. 

It's in Shoreditch, located on Curtain road. It's such a magical place in London. 

I haven't mentioned anything about it yet on this blog, but here is a link for details of my intern: 

http://diaryofharuna.tumblr.com/

I think I will start posting little bits and bits of each day at work from now on in here, since I'm getting used to 'blogging', which is cooool. 

After we finished our work today, we headed off to RichMix with people from work. 

There was an art exhibition, and a band were performing. Loved them! 

Forgot what they were called, but very minimal instrumental use I would say, a cello, a keyboard and drums. 

A vocal guy who was also playing the keyboard sang so powerfully yet so calmingly. 

Will get the detail of the band so I can post in my blog in the future. 

I always get so much energy from my intern place. 

It's a place where I can charge up my battery. 

( I do charge my blackberry too ) 

Oh london.. why are you so much fun, and endless of discoveries? 

Girls.

LaLaLa 

Girls go on the dance floor and sing and dance and shake your bootaaaayyyss 

In spare time... this is what I do, I mean, these illustrations, doodling.  (Apart from facebook tetris game) 

But these illustrations were done quite a while ago. Almost two years ago or so, I think. 

BISOUS. 

Mornings.

This globe is going round and round and round and round.
Passing on mornings from longtitude to longtitude.

For my uni project, I had the chance to create a short film inspired by a poem. Most of the footage and photos were taken by my friends all around the world.
A big thanks to them.

A poem by Shuntaro Tanikawa is full of the beauty of mornings around the world:

When a young man 
in Kamchatka 
dreams 
of a giraffe,
a young girl
in Mexico
waits 
for the bus
in the morning haze.

When a little girl
in New York
rolls over 
in her bed
with a smile,
a little boy
in Rome
winks 
at the morning sun
that colours
the columned capital.

On this earth,
always,
somewhere,
morning is starting.
We are relaying morning,
from longitude
to longitude,
taking turns,
protecting earth,
as it were.

Prick up your ears
a while
before you go to sleep,
and somewhere,
far away,
you will hear
an alarm clock
ringing,
as proof that
someone
has firmly caught
the morning
you've
passed on.

Original Version in Japanese:

カムチャツカの若者が
きりんの夢をみているとき
メキシコの娘は
朝もやの中でバスを待っている


ニューヨークの少女が
微笑みながら寝返りをうつとき
ローマの少年は
柱頭を染める朝陽にウインクする


この地球では
いつもどこかで朝がはじまっている


ぼくらは朝をリレーするのだ
経度から経度へと
そうしていわば交替で地球を守る


眠る前のひととき耳をすますと
どこか遠くで目覚まし時計のベルが鳴っている
それはあなたの送った朝を
誰かがしっかりと受けとめた証拠なのだ


『朝のリレー』
谷川俊太郎

When You Are Lost.

I draw and doodle all the time, whenever I have a piece of paper and a pencil/pen in my hand.

I drew these when I was left behind in Rome at the beginning of this year.
My connecting flight from Taipei - Delhi(India) - Rome - London, was late to get to Rome, so the flight to London left me.

I was on my own.

Although I'm quite used to flying around on my own, that was a big... blank in my head.
Felt so lost.

But soon after I cried for bout five minutes, I realised...
...I'm not left behind in anywhere...


I'm left in ROME!


Amazing, similar thing happened the winter before, I was left in Paris. What's next?

Staying in Rome for a night at a non-5-start-hotel, but happy times for me. Then these unknown things were drawn in my sketchbook by me.

Actually I've been to Italy in 2006 for an art trip when I was in high school. I absolutely adored it.

Well, when I go back to Rome next time, I won't be left behind and be there for only a night, but much longer.  Long enough to enjoy all the delicious pizza, pasta, drink, art .. everything.

Disease and Flus.

I do like animation. 

Japan, as you know, is a big ANIME country. 

I don't really watch much of them, but I grew up watching 

'Sailor Moon', and yes, I did believe that I would become like her 

when I grew older. 

I don't really think that I'm anything close to 'Sailor Moon' right now,

and I dont think I can encounter any monsters and beat them up, 

but I do enjoy creating my own animation in my own little/big world. 

Although I haven't really done much animation making, 

I briefly did some for uni projects. 

However I would like to spend more time and be more serious about it, in the near future. 

Jelly Belly.

Here is my very first attempt at a short animation: Jelly Belly.

This was for my uni project, to get to know how to put images together as a sequence on Final Cut Pro/ Premier Pro. 

I think I secretly have an obsession with JellyBelly. 

Hello, My Blog.

collage by me - Here are some Tarako Lips

So, I had already created this account quite a while ago but I never really did anything with it.

My poor blog.

Here I am now, making a brand new start with it. 

Contents on the blog will probably be mainly art related things, but apart from that I want to fill in with my daily lives, illustration, music, little discovery and such. 

In another words, it is just like a diary. Just a digital form of diary. 

Looking back I started writing diary since I was around nine years old.
Just before going to bed, I always pull the diary out, this little purple book with a little lock on, and just write why my mum was mad at me today, which fingers I broke, how I was happy sitting next to a boy whom I fancied in a classroom, and so on.  And go to sleep...
I was almost writing everyday, just like a habit until I was 16 or so.
And it was always fun reading what I wrote.

I think my diaries knew everything about me,  probably knew me better than I knew myself.

These days, I hardly ever... that's maybe why it always feels like something is missing. 

Just like someone whom I have always been speaking to, has all of a sudden disappeared. 

Now, here I am. About to start the new form of 'diary'. 

Hope we can be good friends, once again. 

All my Love.