Word and Image.

[wandering-son.livejournal.com]

"Otaguro's hands were large, though emaciated, and the sharp report of their clapping was as if the palms, like hollowed, rough-hewn cedar planks, had entrapped pure atmosphere, and crushed it with an explosive burst of divinity."

Words quoted from Runaway Horses, the second book of Yukio Mishima's greatest work of art, the tetralogy The Sea of Fertility.
Yukio Mishima, the greatest writer ever, had a soul of a samurai right until his end.

Comments

[wandering-son.livejournal.com]

Poetry doesn't let my imagination soar as much as I would like. Sometimes it will still touch me though but the instances of that happening I can count on one hand.


Unfortunatly (?), I am not so inclined to insult Gackt by ever drawing him (realistically, stylised is okay). Perhaps something abstract thats connected to him, but not him himself.

[wongkk.livejournal.com]

Agreed: art must add something to real life and I can't imagine how it is possible to add anything more to Gackt!

[wandering-son.livejournal.com]

The times I have dared to draw him, my pathetic lack of skills have ruined his face so I've vowed to never insult that beauty again. Though, having said that, I did attempt to draw from his neck down because I couldn't insult his face that way!

[wongkk.livejournal.com]

That sounds a good solution! I'm sure you couldn't wish for a better model.