Looking through the window

colored.

2nd sketch

rough sketch

Here's a guy fitting in his mom's arms.
He's 32years old and an epileptic.He only has a 3years old child's inteligence.
He was a normal child when he was born.But he had a fever over a week and his family was too poor and isolated to ask for help.
His mom thought that having a sick child is her fault.
While her son's body starts to shake and stiffen,she prays.She wishes that she had this illness.not her child.She doesn't know what to do.

I was watching TV on a bus.
And I watched this story.
When I could feel my eyes started to twitch,I turned it off.

---------this is like,
There was something outside of a dirty window you're sitting next to.
You wipe it and were able to see that but they were passing by.
While you were seeing them you felt guilty and sad
but after a moment,you forget and your bus goes on.


What can I do for them?What makes a difference if I knew their story?
Why does it still sting me?

everyday new(everyday same)

Working listening to music.(and yea.shake my body too)

Something I have to do when I get home come to my mind!

Write it down on the back of my hand.

And think,'ok.I'll do that tonight'

After work,getting ready to go home.

Before that,wash hand very hardly.

Letters are gone.but I never notice.

Sleep without thinking.

Wake up and get ready to go to work.

On the way to work.Head is empty.a perfect blank.

Right before I start to work,that thing I wrote on my hand yesterday hits my mind again.
Then back to writing,washing off,new day,writing,-over and over.


Tonight's task is to find these songs and put them in my MP3 player.

Hand is clean!
(I've been doing this for 10years..)

because she's in love

relined by pencil,colored.


in love sketch

It's below zero,It's early in the morning.And it just starts snowing.
She's wearing short pants.Her thighs were exposed.
She's waiting for a bus.Then her cell phone rings.She looks at it and can't help stop smiling.

Only because she's in love.
She can't feel cold,Everything around her is so pretty and warm.
And she doesn't know that only people in love can smile like that.


Yesterday I was on a bus and saw an young girl.
It's freezing cold outside but she dressed like it's a spring day.
I thought 'oh.maybe she doesn't have warm coat'but at the moment I saw her face,I realized.
She's young and in love.
She's wearing what her boy likes.and that's all this girl cares about.
I turned 30 this year.If I was younger,I probably wasn't able to see that she's in love.
But now I can.and I know that I can't smile like that again too.
I can never make that pure,pretty lovely face.

Balancing

sketch

There's a scale in your heart.
Sometimes it's not about just two things.
Your heart leans on one of them.
But when you finish scaling,they're gone.

And you left alone.


When I drew this(friday to saturday)I was sure what I wanted to write but uh..this one is really hard..Maybe I'll rewrite again.

Heaven's not enough

Heaven's not enough-Steve Conte

Sketch in light blue&red color pencils.

Inked.

After dad's funeral,people came to me and tried to tell me that he would be in heaven.
They told me that there's no pain,no grief,no sadness,just full of happiness and good things.
But if there's no pain,I can't be in his heaven.I knew how big pain I was to him..
Then I stopped to think about heaven.
Thinking of him in somewhere without me was..too much for me.

Co-worker's friend commited suicide on the last day of 2008.
He told me that she was a melancholiac.
I didn't ask him how she died.Instead I asked him were you close?
He answered 'kinda..'.
It wasn't your fault.Don't blame on you about this.
Ah..what was she thinking?what was in her 24years old mind?
People,please..heaven's not enough..