I come back from the dead to bring tidings of a Bocchi print i've been working on for the past three-ish weeks or so. Really proud of how this one came out!
I got more thoughts past the keep reading line as well as additional sketch screenshots for those of you who are interested in my process and line of thinking. Let me know what y'all think!
I have to admit, this is just as much false advertising for the show as the amazing fanarts from Japanese artist rsef as they make Hitori seem more badass than she actually is for most of the show (considering she's usually a bumbling mess LOL). I wanted to capture a sort of ephemeral moment during a live performance, showcase one of the rare moments on stage where Hitori rises up to the occasion despite her extreme struggles with confidence and social anxiety.
Pretty happy with how it came out, methinks!
Below are the composition sketch and value/lighting planning for those of you who are interested in my process!
This one also took some iteration before I got to the final version as well. I had a bit of a different camera angle in mind first based off a pretty intense fisheye lens photo I found on Pinterest of the guitarist from Metallica. Realized I was a bit in over my head with that shot, so I dialed the angle back to something I was a bit more comfortable with, but still with the goal of pushing extreme perspective on the guitar neck.
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i was ranting to myself in a really disorganised fashion just now about how Barry has ADHD and like. dude. he absolutely has it. there's no way he doesn't. i myself am an undiagnosed ADHDer and i see so many traits in Barry. like.
in the rock opera 'The Very Last Minute', Barry spends the entirety of it procrastinating on training for the monster apocalypse and literally having almost every trait of ADHD ever. like when i watch this video and see Barry legitimately trying to do what he needs to but repeatedly getting stuck in a loop of jumping from task to task and struggling at actually get started on The Big Task™, i see me. like. that is me.
Barry tries to train. he really does. he really does try to take a crack at it, but he just can't focus on it. he just keeps getting distracted by it over and over and avoiding what he needs to do with other little tasks to keep him occupied at every single moment. and like he knows he really needs to do it. he knows that it's super important that he gets started on it as soon as he can. in fact, there are several lyrics to this effect: "Gotta keep focused, gotta keep training, but I just can't seem to stop procrastinating" and "I should probably stop working on this rocking theme song" are a couple that come to mind. but for whatever reason, he just can't focus on it properly and it ends up with him looking like he's "lazy" or "not putting in the effort". like, you see him get exhausted by doing a single skiprope jump, and that is how i feel whenever i try to do a big task when i'm not ready for it or focused at all. it's really really heard to focus on something that seems so big and overwhelming when you have ADHD, so you often kind of try to avoid it and ignore it because it's super daunting by doing smaller tasks. the difference between executive dysfunction and perceived laziness is that if you were being lazy, you wouldn't care and would likely be having a great time slacking off, even when you are reminded of the task at hand. but with executive dysfunction, you can forget about it for a while, but deep inside you likely still care and know you NEED to get the task done soon, and when you're eventually reminded or suddenly remember, you feel a crushing sense of dread. at least, that's how it is for me. and all the excessive task switching and getting everything else done except The Big Task™ you need to get done the most? i do that! i do that!!!
Barry literally does the ADHD thing where he sets an alarm that tells him to do what he needs to do, but the thing is that he was already doing something else on his phone beforehand and presumably forgot about the alarm, so when the alarm goes off, he just feels like he suddenly can't and that it's way too daunting to actually start because it feels like an intrusion. like. that's the ADHD thing!!! he's doing it!!!! he's doing the ADHD thing!!!!! his executives are NOT functioning!!!!!!
Barry also shows a lot of ADHD traits in 'Rainbow Barry' as well, as they're the most prominent in that specific short. in fact, he shows literally every single inattentive trait in all of the shorts together. impulsiveness, distractibility, impatience, forgetfulness, commitment issues, not following instructions properly, he's even got the emotional problems that come with it like being easily angered and frustrated. he EVEN shows the same traits in the JJ2 event dialogues!!! like!!!! look at the dialogues on the JJ wiki and tell me he isn't having ADHD traits!!!!! bro is clearly showing each individual ADHD symptom in everything he's in and either no one is noticing it or no one is talking about it and i'm just SO obsessed with this headcanon/theory of mine. Barry Steakfries is an undiagnosed ADHDer and nobody can convince me otherwise
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Thank you so much for your hard work on those movies and scene packs. I recently started watching all of Normans old movies and some are hard to come by so your work is greatly appreciated! 🎈
One question though: the full movie link for Floating is not working. Is there any chance that you will re-upload the file?
If not it’s fine just checking! 😊
omg sorry for the issues with the link love, it's fixed now! i've been messing about with my masterlist, and i guess that was one of the ones i moved to a different folder and didn't relink lmao...
aaa but thank you too, love! i am happy to make & share them bc norman reedus (and his work) have been a huge part of my life for a long while now. and also being able to help give others the chance to watch things that might be hard to find is really nice too. idk why some of his stuff is so difficult to find though when he is in some iconic films + shows & the cast is just as popular as he is these days.
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@whispers-in-daydreams :
There wasn’t enough time for her to process everything that had just happened. He was bold for a stranger. Taking her hand, touching her with such familiarity as if they were old friends. Which….they were most definitely not. And how on earth would he know she baked just by looking at her fingers? She had more questions than she had time. But all that time was whisked away as he took hold of her wrist and pulled her along.
“What…” But her words were cut off; lost in the wisp of wind that danced around them. The crunch of dead leaves whispered warnings of decay. The soft ground beneath her feet did nothing to hold her back from this strange turn of events. “I….” She started again, trying to find the words to dissuade this man with such cold hands. But then she caught sight of the house looming in the darkness. Was it looming? Or emerging? Or perhaps the darkness is just where it dwelled.
Her eyes darted along the path as he pulled her along, his grip far stronger than she expected it to be. Was that a naked tree limb over there? Or boney fingers reaching for her. Her foot slipped on something soft. Moss. It had to be moss. Her imagination was getting the best of her. Creating movement in her peripheral as if a specter was peeking over a bush only to be a a brush of moonlight on a dying hedge when she turned to look. She really needed to get a grip.
“It’s nothing! Really. Just a prick of the wood.” Scarlett tried to deter the man who looked as if he’d been born of moonlight and shadow. It dawned on her that if he were taking her inside the house for care….that perhaps this was his house. He should be kicking her off his property, not helping her mend a wound. This didn’t make sense. People weren’t inherently kind. This she knew personally.
Tossing one last glance over her shoulder, hazel eyes widened when they landed on the gate. It swung wide, swaying lazily in the breeze as if waving goodbye. How was that possible? It had been locked. She was sure of it. “That’s not possible….” Her voice a whisper in the wind.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 & 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒, illuminating their ghostly outlines like a morbid painting. the small door encased within the gates continues to swing freely in the wind, its sharp echoes of rusty hinges becoming fainter & fainter as they slowly approach the towering structure of wood & stone. envy squeezes her hand gently, seemingly coaxing the young woman as if a hunter coaxing a wounded rabbit, little by little, buying into her trust. he pauses at the crooked backdoor of the house, pushing it ajar with a loud creak before venturing a few steps into the dark kitchen, it's basil-tinted walls flickering under the gentle light of a candle set near.
the entire house is entombed in shadows, & his tall silhouette stands out against the blurry glow of deep orange while picking the candle up, making the shadows sway along in the vast kitchen. envy turns to face scarlett just then, offering her a tender smile that doesn't quite reach his cold, dead eyes. ❝ i'll get the things..... but.... ❞ he slowly preens forward, holding scarlett firmly down by the wrist as the distance between them grows uncomfortably short, almost, non-existent, making their breaths mingle together along soft murmurs; ❝ all that i ask is for you to be quiet.... are we.... clear.... ? ❞
staring at scarlett's pretty face for a long minute, the young serial killer eventually withdraws & straightens up, at long last, releasing the young woman's wrist before reaching over to the backdoor & closing it with a creak, the rusty old key stashed within the inner pocket of his over-sized jacket. he briefly glimpses back into her twinkling eyes, the smile ever so slightly wider now. ❝ i'll be... right back... ❞ gesturing for scarlett to sit by the table ── being the only piece of furniture that isn't covered in dust or grime ── envy sets the candle down on its old wooden top & departs, sinking into the darkness of the hallway ahead.
scarlett is alone now, feeling the silence settle thick & heavy 'pon the ears. if she happens to look around, she will notice the kitchen is fairly humble & quaint, decorated with antique missisippi furniture that's mostly made out of wood & dark iron, however, the peeling off wall paper, as well as dust, grime & broken mirror on the wall make everything seem just that much darker, as if this crooked, old, silent home is hiding something; a story, a memory, which should never see the light of day.
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