Silvia's sketchbook. Page #2.
Hello!
We're back again with an update on my sketchbook; quite a few things this time, too.
First of all, a continuation of the series I started last time. The mediums are watercolor, black, white and gold ink, all from Winsor&Newton, and yellow ballpoint pen. As you can see in the second photo, I bought two new paintbrushes. I wanted to try using ergonomic ones, but I quicly realized that they’re complety useless to me since I grab my brushes really close, too close honestly, to the tip. They’re pretty though, great for photos.
The words are from the songs ジャイアニズム叱 (Gianizm Shichi) and ジャイアニズム究 (Gianizm Kyuu), both by NIGHTMARE. You can listen to the songs here and here. This time the translations are from the blog called Otenkiame Translations, so all credit goes to them.
“Expose your unique, different form right now, right here
It’s the one and only of its kind in this world
[What do I feel? What do I want?]
After all, only you guys who don’t know yourself gather
You should still be in time if you wake up now
[What do I feel? What do I want?]
What do you think of, and what do you seek?
Hiding a decisive spirit in my heart
I can surpass the inevitable that may happen
Tout that self-importance
Don’t trifle me with trivial things
No matter what kind of jeering is thrown at me, there’s no hesitation in my heart
I’ll grasp these vexing emotions, and make them the power for tomorrow
[Un, deux, trois, yeah]
I’ll keep showing my own resolution and good faith
And I’ll carry out the intentions I’ve imagined
Harboring the growing fury in my heart
At the end of oblivion, carve your name in this earth
Hiding a decisive spirit in my heart
I can surpass the inevitable that may happen
Tout that self-importance
[What do I feel? What do I want?]”
“C’mon, wake up; now’s the time of our counterattack
Yeah, take a stand and let’s repaint the world
We won’t be influenced by the voices of others anymore
Yes, feel it, your own true voice
Wanting the talents of Tenmu
Boys longed for strength
Let’s carve these nine thoughts into our hearts
You mustn’t hesitate now
You already see it before your eyes, right!?
The ultimate figure
C’mon, raise your heart’s motivation
Yeah, just burning purely, passionately
Raise my hands, raise your hands, right now
Raise my voice, raise your voice, right now
Wanting the talents of Tenmu
Boys longed for strength
There’s no limit
Let’s carve these nine thoughts into our hearts
You mustn’t hesitate now
You already see it before your eyes, right!?
The ultimate figure”
Then, as I hinted last time, here's another two paintings from the same “universe” as the mint haired portrait. A dragonfly knight with his butterfly friends and his dagger, with silver and opal details. It's my first time painting/designing weapons and all things considered, I'm quite satisfied with how it turned out.
The subjects are painted in watercolor, white ink and a bit of ballpoint pen. The backgrouds, on the other hand, are digital. I’m really digging the contrast between the textured painting and the full color plain background.
Now two fanarts. The first one I forgot to show last time and it's actually from January.
During new years VIXX showed two special performances of their song “Scentist”, one with a cult theme, the other with a vampire theme. The former reminded me of the Deacons of the Deep bossfight in Dark Souls III, so I got the idea to paint Hongbin, one of the memebers of the group, wielding the Cleric's Candlestick, the weapon you can obtain after defeating the boss.
(I kinda regret not adding my usual white details to the painting, but I'm too lazy to change everything now).
Besides trying to merge the atmosphere of the stage with that of the bossfight, I tried to recreate the design of the album cover while also adding the Dark Souls font to the title. While there are a lot of things that bother me abut this painting, like the perspective, THE EAR!!!, the lighting and the lack of my white lines, I guess I can’t really be too harsh since it was the first time I painted an almost whole body digitally.
The second fanart was very sudden, out of the blue I felt the need to completely remake a drawing I made around 2013. That ballpoint pen drawing was inspired by Plastic Tree's Moonlight, both the lyrics and the music video. At the time I was proud of the end result, but seeing it again six years later made it seem somewhat lacking in comparison to some of my other ballpoint drawings, so I'm glad I ended up making a new version.
The translation is from the website kurage, so, again, all credit goes to them. Since, as the translator of the lyrics said too, this songs kinda feels like a sister to another Plastic Tree song I really love(this one), I will probably turn this into a diptich.
“The end was this night. The two us liars, saying, “We’ll see each other someday, I guess.”
It’s not that I want to see you again right away, but I do think of you.
The night sky is only one part of outer space, a domain where my hand cannot reach.
What was rising was the waning moon. What was falling was me beginning to cry.
Since I’m afraid of being hurt, I won’t do anything to hurt you.
Not to mention our self-centered argument. It’s absurd to attack you.
The two of us were prone to having a plastic relationship.
But, even so, it was something precious, and it’s like there’s a void in my soul.
I keep opening and closing the mail screen of my phone and occasionally confirm the past with my fingertips.
When is that message from? Even though they are loving words, my memory of them has expired.
If the same moon, the same one, was to shed light on the void in my chest…
A second, a light second, is farther than returning to you.
Don’t disappear, don’t disappear.
If I were to ascend into the light that looks like an exit, then I feel as if I would be able to see you again, moonlight——.
I have all intention of trying to understand the fact that reality can change.
But there’s no end to this feeling, and in spite of everything it doesn’t seem that there will be one.
As I sort through my received messages folder, there’s a cancellation request for deleting leftovers.
“You’ll loose these messages, but would you like to erase anyway?”
The stars shine too brightly, and I feel overwhelmed by the shear number of them.
Just in case, I chant your name like a spell, but even so why must I begin to forget?
Even though I think of you no matter when or where I am, we’ve been separated.
Anybody and everybody have left, and only the magic remains.
Don’t turn away, don’t look away, I’m caught in the maze of a dream.
And when I come to a stop, I feel as if I have called out for you, moonlight——.
The wind, the town, the rain, the flower, the time… they whistle, sway, fall, whirl, and stop.
The dream, the color, the fever, the passion… I can’t stand the fact that they all end, fade, cool.
I can’t stand, can’t stand, can’t stand it…
If the same moon, the same one, was to shed light on the void in my chest…
A second, a light second, is farther than returning to you.
Don’t disappear, don’t disappear.
If I were to ascend into the light that looks like an exit, then I feel as if I would be able to see you again, moonlight——.
Endlessly repeating night after night, the moon sheds its light on the void in my chest…
I search for your voice, your shadow hidden in the dark.
Relying on a promise I can’t keep…
I chase after you. And now the two of us are connected by the moonglight——.”
