#Scene1

[unoneunounum]

[stochastique-blog]

Weird

Amal and Juan are identical twins. Their mom only carries one baby photo in her wallet. Because if you’ve seen Juan you’ve seen Amal.

[old-books-excite-me]

okay rant time about the parents in the og play (this may be wrong so feel free to criticize in the rbs or comments)

I'm going to start with the family i'm least qualified to talk on, the Capulets. Like if you were a parent and your teenage son(who's very prone to getting into swordfights) started storming out of your house bearing a letter addressed to your enemy, would you not ASK what in the fuck knuckles he's doing??? and, when he responds with "yeah im going to go duel the heir of your enemy", would you not stop him??? this might not have actually happened but im sure Tybalt was Not calm. did nobody notice him leave??? was nobody suspicious at all?? idk man it just feels almost like its YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. AS A CAREGIVER. to make sure your kid's decisions are the Appropriate amount of Stupid. AKA NOT DUELING ANOTHER KID TO THE DEATH??? I know it was probably normal for the time but SERIOUSLY. did common sense exist in verona???

and that's JUST the capulets. im convinced that the montagues don't give a singular fuck ablut either of their kids(at least lord montague but lady montague was not the greatest either). LIKE YOU ARE TELLING ME. THAT YOUR TEENAGE SON WAS FEELING DOWN. AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO HELP HIM EXPRESS HIS EMOTIONS HEALTHILY?? Most parents would talk to their kid, maybe gently ask them what was wrong and try to comfort them. BUT NO. The montagues decide that Romeo(who's presumably been moping for a good bit considering lord montague's dialog "many a morning hath he there been seen with tears.."(act 1 scene 1) has been crying for too long. So what's the genius solution?? That's right! To basically have Lord Montague pester said son with his friends to try and figure it out(usage of the word "inportun'd" by benvolio implies this, quite literally meaning to pester or assault, usually with questions) We can assume these probably weren't very Nice ways of asking(what with toxic masculinity). And when that doesn't work? He sends his NEPHEW (who is likely Romeo's age or YOUNGER) in to emotionally babysit his OWN COUSIN so that they can "cure"(also verbage used by Lord montague in act1 scene1) his ails. That's YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. EITHER YOU OR YOUR WIFE SHOULD BE DOING THIS. NOT YOUR TEENAGED NEPHEW WHO'S PROBABLY HORRIFICALLY REPRESSED BY EVERYONE AROUND HIM MAKING HIM THE ADULT OF EVERY SITUATION(essay for another time). I can not stress ENOUGH how much this pisses me off. You could argue that Lady montague(and lady capulet as well) are slightly more innocent of this due to their lack of power in the situation(women in the time period) and their show of at least base-level concern, but i dislike that neither of them even appeared to TRY to take care of their kids' emotional needs. I'll probably get more into specifics of how the adults in the play fucked up every. single. child. but this post is getting long so im gonna leave it here. FUCK BOTH HOUSES. MERCUTIO WAS RIGHT CAST A PLAGUE ON THEIR ASSES

[braelynn-rae]

[bxbyv3nom]Bedroom/Laundry Scene1

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[industrial-horror]

Demented Are Go! is a Welsh psychobilly band that formed around 1982 near Cardiff, Wales. They were pioneers in blending punk rock with rockabilly, making them highly influential in the psychobilly scene1. Their name is said to be a play on “Thunderbirds are go!” from the TV series, adapted to "Demon teds are go!".

Their debut album, In Sickness & In Health (1986), was recorded in less than 24 hours and featured interpretations of early rock ‘n’ roll songs along with a cover of The Osmonds’ "Crazy Horses". The band’s style combines psychobilly, punk rock, and rude rock and roll, appealing to a diverse fan base of gothics, punk rockers, and psychobilly enthusiasts. If you’re into hard-hitting, aggressive music, Demented Are Go! is definitely worth checking out!

[i-just-give-you-the-vidya-songs]

The song is 'Scene1 OPPTIDUM' from the game 'BLACK BIRD', a 2018 bullet hell shoot-em-up developed and published by Onion Games. Released on Windows / Nintendo Switch / Playstation 4 / Playstation 5.

-Submission by anonymous

[elowynsoup]

AO3: Paarthedox - Unveiling Venus - Chapter 23 -Scene1-

They walked in silence, their steps muted against the thick rug that lined the wooden floors. The closer they got to the window, the more her nerves prickled, but Nemo remained unbothered. When they finally reached it, he gave her a brief glance before carefully shaking her off and stepping forward. Aiyla watched as he fiddled with the small latch holding the window shut, his fingers nimble as he worked against the stubborn metal. A second later, with a sharp, protesting creak, the window yawned open, and a gust of freezing air slammed into them like an unforgiving wave. Aiyla immediately recoiled, pulling her arms tightly around herself with a shiver.

“Ugh—Nemo!” she whined, her voice bordering on petulant as the cold bit at her skin. “Couldn’t you have warned me first?” She shot him a glare, though it held little bite.

He barely spared her an apologetic look, instead chuckling under his breath. “You complain too much,” he mused, leaning casually against the window frame. “You’d think you’d never felt cold before.”

“I haven't—at least, not like this,” she retorted, teeth chattering slightly. “Unlike you, I don’t spend every second of the day outside with a brush glued to my fingers. You practically live in the open air. I swear, you’d probably paint through a blizzard if you could.”

At that, Nemo grinned, but it was faint—just the slightest twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his attention downward. Aiyla followed his gaze to the ground below, where a pile of hay still remained, waiting for them like an unspoken invitation. Nemo nodded toward it before motioning her closer.

Aiyla let out a long sigh, a puff of breath curling in the cold air, before she hobbled toward him. “This is stupid,” she muttered, more to herself than to him. Still, she obeyed, despite the prickling nerves in her chest, despite the deep-set discomfort lacing her bones. She positioned herself carefully at the edge, feeling the sharp bite of the wind against her cheeks, and cast him a wary glance. “You better not let me break something.”

“You’ll be fine,” Nemo assured, though there was a sliver of amusement in his voice. With a careful hand, he helped her shift her weight, and after a lingering moment of hesitation, she took the plunge.

The fall was not graceful.

Aiyla landed hard, her body colliding with the hay in an uncoordinated sprawl. But it wasn’t the rough impact that had her gasping—it was the searing pain that erupted from her ankle the moment it hit the ground. A white-hot agony flared through her leg, sharp and unforgiving, sinking its teeth deep into the bone. She sucked in a ragged breath, her hands fisting into the hay as she bit back a strangled noise of pain.

Above her, she heard the quick shuffle of movement before Nemo followed suit, landing far more elegantly than she had. It took him only a second to notice her curled position, the way she clutched at her leg with a strained expression. He was beside her in an instant, hovering, his usual nervous energy returning with full force.

“Aiyla?” His voice was quiet, uncertain. He didn’t quite touch her, but he was close enough that she could feel his concern radiating off of him in waves.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to take a slow breath through the pain. “I’m fine,” she ground out, though her ankle throbbed viciously in protest. “Just… give me a second.”

He hesitated, clearly unconvinced, but he didn’t press. Instead, he lingered, offering her a moment to gather herself before they continued onward.

Nemo’s expression shifted the moment Aiyla winced, his usual quiet apprehension sharpening into something more urgent. He knelt beside her, his eyes flickering between her face and the obvious swelling beneath the delicate lace of her gown, the leather of her boot stretched uncomfortably tight against it. His fingers hesitated just above her ankle as if debating whether or not to touch, but he pulled back with a frustrated sigh, clearly torn between his worry and his natural inclination to keep his distance.

“You shouldn’t be walking on this,” he murmured, voice tinged with unease. “It looks—really bad, Aiyla.” She shifted away slightly, not in rejection but in stubbornness, as if moving from his concern would somehow ease it. “I’ll be fine,” she insisted, though the sharp pulse of pain disagreed. Nemo didn’t seem convinced. He reached forward, his grip uncertain yet firm as he caught her wrist and held her back before she could attempt to climb off the hay mound alone. His fingers, warm against the cold seeping into her skin, tightened ever so slightly.

“You shouldn’t—just let me help, alright?” he stammered, struggling for confidence as he eased her weight against him. Aiyla swallowed her pride and let him guide her down, his hands awkward but careful as they steadied her footing. He exhaled sharply once she was on solid ground, and though he didn’t say it, she could tell by the way he adjusted his waistcoat that he was nervous—perhaps more than before. His gaze flickered toward the large, closed door just ahead of them, the door that led into her mother’s bedroom, untouched for years.

Aiyla’s stomach twisted the second she realized where they were. A lump formed in her throat, a tension that crawled up her spine and wrapped around her lungs, making it suddenly difficult to breathe. The candlelight flickered along the door’s edges, the brass handle dull with age but still so familiar it sent a shiver down her arms. She wasn’t ready—she hadn’t been ready the last time she stood before it, and time had done little to soften the fear that gripped her now.

Nemo must have sensed it. His eyes darted back to her before he reached out again, hesitant but deliberate, his fingers curling briefly around her wrist in silent reassurance. The warmth of his touch grounded her, stifling the panic beginning to bubble in her stomach. She hated how easily fear crept up on her, how the memories of this place could still control her after all these years.

“Are you alright?” Nemo asked softly. It wasn’t just a question—it was an offering, a way out if she wanted it. But Aiyla knew she couldn’t turn away. Not now. She forced herself to nod, even as her hands trembled at her sides.

“Let’s just—get this over with,” she muttered, straightening despite the ache in her ankle. Nemo hesitated for a moment longer, then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod before reaching for the door handle. The metal was cold beneath his fingers, and as it creaked open, the weight of the past seeped into the air around them, thick and suffocating.

[mefreakio]

dude i was looking for ur blog , foudn it , and realized i followed u ... sheds a little tear

also. we have been reading r+j for school and we act it out and. i have been cast as mercutio by first myself, but now also my classmates

and now im like. dude what if im him???

uh can i ask how u realised u were mercutio.. /nf ofc

OH BOY DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU :D

ok so it started when I was studying R&J in my English class and we had to act out three scenes of our choice, and my friends and I chose Act 1 Scene1, Act 3 Scene 1, and Act 5 Scene 3 (I think, idk it was just the scene where paris romeo and juliet all die)

I was originally cast as Abraham in the first scene, Paris in the final scene, and then in the second scene I was the unnamed NPC guy who accompanies Tybalt alongside Petruchio. One of my friends was cast as Mercutio.

Then like a week or something later I got interested in some R&J fanart I found on pinterest and I really liked the artists' designs and found out they got the designs from a French musical adaptation (Roméo et Juliette, les enfants de Vérone) and so I decided to watch the entire musical on Youtube and BOOM I immediately was drawn to Mercutio but I didn't think much about it, I just figured 'ok I have a favourite character now yay'

BUT THEN when we did our next rehearsal for our performance I started getting this weird feeling but I just brushed it off as 'Mercutio is my fave character so ofc I wanna be him, but I cant just ask to swap bc ill sound selfish' but over the next couple of days the feeling didnt go away and it felt like everything was wrong and I DESPERATELY NEED to be Mercutio.

So then I was like fuck it and I asked (more like begged really) my friend if she's willing to swap roles bc she doesnt really like performing n such and she agreed and im not exaggerating the MOMENT she said yes I felt like I was gonna start ascending or something and the weird everything-is-wrong feeling completely disappeared.

And then the last couple of rehearsals I got to play Mercutio and my friends and I have a thing where we call eachother by the character names and every time I was referred to as Mercutio I was like 'yeah omg thats me :D'

And then I realised this is definitely not normal and I'm actually fictionkin of Mercutio lol

Sorry for the long read 😅

very late edit: uhhhh yeah no this isnt the average fictkin experience to any questioning fictkin reading this. I just happened to have a very intense kinfirming

[evilpenguinrika]

So the other day my gremlin brain decided we were making a short film using pixel art

I'm already onto scene1 part2, but along the way I've come to really love drawing clouds

That is all.

[unoneunounum]

[leviathancries]

FAKEVOX

[Plus-Tech Squeeze Box] (2000)

Plus-Tech are a Japanese Picopop trio (They are a trio, not a duo. Wikipedia is WRONG!!!) who are known for their off the wall music and lively sound.

Plus-Tech Squeeze Box's first album, released in 2000. 'FAKEVOX' is all over the place, It's a kid who cant sit still. Full of wonder and life. High-pitched sounds and upbeat melodies are the backbone of this album. If this Album was food it would be a strawberry sundae. It's hyper sweet, cute and feels like a sugar rush.

(also on a side note. I have noticed that Plus-Tech have been featured a lot in British stuff, for example they have been on the BBC quite a few times and featured in a British Coca-Cola ad. Just thought that was interesting....) anyway on with the review.

Track 1: Channel No.17

"What time is it?!"

Plus-Tech really sets the tone of the album with this intro track. You are hit with all sorts of sounds from VOX samples to bowling balls and carnival sounds. It's fast and alive.

Track 2: early RISER

"Bouncy!"

Track 2 is quintessential 2000's hyper J-pop. This song reminds me so much of the Jet-Set Radio OST and I love it. Plus-Tech create super catchy ear worm songs that play on loop in your mind all day. It's so upbeat you can't even be annoyed at it.

Track 3: A Day In The Radio

"I'm a plus-tech girl friend!"

Track three is more vocal based letting Kamada sing. This is another cute song you can't possibly feel mad when listening to.

Track 4: Test Room

"1,2,3,4. Plus-Tech!"

Test Room is a super bright song. It's fast, lively and experimental. The vocal chop in this song carry it a long way. It's just so satisfyingly to listen to lol.

Track 5: rocket coaster

"Rocket coaster! la, la, la, la-la."

Track 5 is Plus-Tech's most popular track for a reason. It's definitely their most accessible song by far for a normal audience. It's got a nice duet going on, a catchy chorus and a light rock instrumental. Really sweet and cute song.

Track 6: Scene1 - launch a spaceship into space →

Track six is an interlude following the space theme of the album.

Track 7: ☆

"Have you ever met a great astronaut?"

Track six takes us right back into the cutesy vibe with an instrumental that wouldn't be out of place on a Frenesi album, especially with those tom drums and pluck-y melody.

Track 8: White Drops 

"fantastic..."

Man, White Drops. This song will always have a special place in my heart. I really do love this song. It's so nostalgic to me. It's so simple yet so affective, It's upbeat, endearing and... idk cozy?

Track 9: MILK TEA

"しまうのさー”

Milk tea is an other nostalgic song for me as I used to listen to it a lot. It's got guitar, synths, vocals and bleeps n bloops. what more can you ask for in a song to be honest?

Track 10: Scene2 - citybilly lived happily after

"BEEEWOOP! FUNNY GUITAR!"

Lots of sounds and a guitar. This song is like if you were at a fair on many, many substances.

Track 11: Sneaker Song!

"Why don't you tell me? hey! you're little rascal!"

Sneaker song goes right back to the hyper sound that the rest of the album follows. Lots of bleeps and gated sounds. This song has more of a pop-rock guitar lean though.

Track 12: ​clover

"いつのまにか降り止んだ雨"

Clover is a great outro because it changes the vibe of the album completely. It is the complete opposite of the rest of the album taking on a more melancholy down-tempo tone. A lot less vocal processing and FX. But the a happy sounding melody comes in creating a bitter sweet end to the album. This song reminds me of looking through old photos. Sad it's over, glad it happened.

Overview: FAKEVOX

FAKEVOX is a great introduction to hyper J-pop and Picopop, if any of this sounds interesting to you I highly recommend this album. It's sugary sweet with a lot of life to it.

Rating: 7.5/10

If there’s any typos or inconsistencies in this review it’s because I can’t be bothered to proof read it.

[varelinhajr]

Script #2

FILM SCRIPT

Title: EYES BEHIND YOU

Genre: Thriller / Mystery

Written by:

Company

SCENE1: View of scenery

The story begins with an establishing shot setting the scene. The view is of a cloudy day by the beach while the waves crash on the rocks nearby.

SCENE 2: Introduction of the main character

The camera lowers down still to a high angle shot of Martim (our main character) waking up at the beach laying down in the sand.

SCENE 3: Martims POV

This scene shows the POV of Marim standing up and looking around the empty beach.

SCENE 4: Arrival of the stalker

Suddenly, a mysterious figure stands in the distance, watching him as Marim just walks around confused trying to remember how he got to this place

SCENE 5: Realisation

Martim spots the stalker watching him in the shadows and gets afraid.

SCENE 6: The escape

In a state of panic, Martim flees the scene to escape from the stalker to a nearby train station.

SCENE 7: Making it to the station

Martim makes it to the train station and takes a rest to observe the nearby surroundings to make sure he wasn’t followed.

SCENE 8: Going to catch the train

Martim makes his way to the platform to catch the train after watching his surroundings thinking that he’s finally safe from the stalker.

SCENE 9: Still being watched

The stalker is still lurking in the shadows behind a tree watching martim make his way to the platform

SCENE 10: POV of stalker

This scene shows the POV of the stalker creeping up behind Martim as he is not faced the direction that he is coming from.

SCENE 11: The takedown

This final scene shows how afraid Martim really is as he gets grabbed from behind from the stalker

CUTS TO BLACK

[nibiru005]

REZERO:

SCENE1: DUSKY SKY, ORANGE HAZE, COLD WIND BLOWS

The screen fades in from black. A distant echo of fire crackling. Wind howls faintly. Then… a heartbeat. Slow. Hollow.

BOY (V.O.)

I woke up… with nothing. No name. No past. Just smoke in my lungs… and silence in my soul.

The boy looks around and see a broken world—charred trees like black claws scraping the sky, buildings torn apart like paper, ash swirling in the air like snow. Scared animals are running between ruins. Not a soul in sight.

Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Determined.

BOY (V.O.)

I’m being carried on someone’s back.

We see the boy is carried by a woman. She walks through the desolation, like shadow against a burning sky. Her strong frame doesn’t hide her exhaustion. Her breath ragged. Her steps unsteady. Her wide brown looks eyes empty like she forgot how to cry.

BOY (weakly)

“Who… who are you?”

She doesn’t answer. Keeps walking.

BOY

“Who… am I?”

She finally speaks, voice cracked, like it hurts to remember words.

WOMAN

“You’re the only thing I could save.”

Silence. The wind howls again. Dust brushes across her face. I want to ask “save me from what?” But something stops me.

Then she speaks again, barely a whisper.

WOMAN

“I’m not your family.”

That word—“family.” I don’t know what it means. But it stabs my chest. Faces—blurry, faceless—flash before my eyes. Laughter? Screams? I don’t know. It hurts. I clutch my head, trying to hold it in.

She keeps walking.

BOY

“Put me down. I can walk.”

WOMAN (firmly)

“No. I won’t let anything hurt you again.”

I glance down. My leg is wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. I didn’t even notice the pain until now. My heart races. But I say nothing.

The world is broken, silent, dead. Yet amidst the ruins…

a patch of green. Small plants pushing through cracked earth. The clouds part slightly, letting sunlight trickle down like golden threads.

Hope.

BOY

“Where… where are we going?”

She pauses. The wind stops for a moment, like even the world is waiting for her answer.

WOMAN (softly)

“To the Promised Village.”

BOY

“…Promised Village?”

WOMAN

“Where everyone laughs. Everyone is there. Far from this hell… But I’ll take you there. No matter what.”

Her voice cracks. She doesn’t stop walking. I still can’t see her face… but I know. She’s crying.

I don’t respond. I just hold on tighter.

We move forward.

[FADE TO BLACK]

[visualwunderlust]

So Here I am

During the summer break from work (6 weeks away from educational institute) I visited a local art gallery & before I knew it I was agreeing to bringing in some of my paintings for exhibiting. They had been lying around the house & the gallery owner convinced me to show them. I sold one before it reached the gallery & arranged to exhibit a few others in September.

The same week I attended a Master's Degree show, one that I had been to the previous year & loved the exhibition & the campus. Again, before I knew it I was agreeing to an interview with the prospect of enrolling on a Master's course in Interdiscerplinerary Art.

I accepted the the offer of a placement at the same time as another painting sold before the preview for my upcoming exhibition.

'Stormy Formby' oil on canvas

'Act1 Scene1, Act1 Scene2, Act1 Scene3" Oil on canvas triptych

Without planning on this whole art thing at the beginning of 2024, I am now an exhibiting artist, studying for my Master's Degree, submitting poetry for publishing (I didn't mention that) & on here blogging about it!

[yukashiobara]

CV

塩原 有佳

YUKA SHIOBARA

1985 年生まれ

2007~08’ 短期交換留学 アカデミー・ミネルヴァ (オランダ/フローニンゲン)

2008 名古屋造形芸術大学(現・名古屋造形大学) 造形芸術学部 美術学科 洋画コース 卒業

個展

2024 ｢GRAND PATIO Library & Art」玉川高島屋S•C(東京）予定

2023 ｢オープンスタジオ 別館」株式会社たけやま(千葉)

2021 「ART IN TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN vol.19 “INDISTINCT IMAGES”」TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN (東京)

「SAMPLE FOR PATTERNS 」詩穂音(茨城)

「BLACK ON BLACK」See Saw gallery + hibit(愛知)

2019 「図像の手触り」関内文庫(神奈川)

グループ展

2024 ｢山武市百年後芸術祭」(千葉)

　　　｢世界は降りかかるもののすべてである　Die Welt ist alles was der Fall ist.｣ 府中市美術館市民ギャラリー(東京)

2022 ｢二人展：塩原有佳、石井佑果」Satoko Oe Contemporary(東京)

｢ソノアイダ#新有楽町をめぐる展｣ コートヤードHIROO(東京)

「ソノアイダ#5 “Flowers for urban maladies 都市に処方する花束”」ソノアイダ#新有楽町ビル(東京)

「傑作な風景」YOD gallery (大阪)

「#0019 キャンバスの向こう側」ARTPLAT主催 ANAインターコンチネンタルホテル東京(東京)

「VOCA展2022」上野の森美術館(東京)

2021 「清須市第10回はるひ絵画トリエンナーレ」清須市はるひ美術館(愛知)

2020 「シェル美術賞展2020」国立新美術館(東京)

2013 「 盆栽 TIME & STYLE × 加藤 蔓青園 」T&S GALLERY TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN (東京)

「ART IN TIME&STYLE VOL.12 PAINTING 」T&S GALLERY TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN (東京)

2012 「アテンプト4」カスヤの森現代美術館(神奈川)

2011 「SCENE1’」T&S GALLERY TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN (東京)

「Ink on Paper」T&S GALLERY TIME&STYLE MIDTOWN (東京)

「密度II」アートラボあいち(愛知)

2010 「千代かИван」現代HEIGHTS Gallery (東京)

2009 「絵画人間」多摩美術大学絵画北棟(東京)

2007 「Hard Romantic」アートフェチ (愛知)

2005 「現代美術国際交流展TRANSIT KARAKURI ART」 市民ギャラリー矢田 (愛知)

「fineship」市民ギャラリー矢田(愛知)

2018 「Affordable Art fair Singapore」F1 Pit Building (シンガポール)

アートフェア

2022 ｢ARToVILLA MARKET ｣FabCafeTokyo(東京)

　　　｢3331 ART FAIR 2022」3331Arts Chiyoda(東京)

「KUNSTRAI 2022」RAI AMSTERDAM(オランダ)

｢ART FAIR TOKYO 2022」東京国際フォーラム(東京)

2019 「KUNST RAI ART AMSTERDAM 35th EDITION」 RAI AMSTERDAM(オランダ)

受賞歴

2021 清須市第10回はるひ絵画トリエンナーレ 入選

2020 シェル美術賞 入選

掲載情報

2023 ｢THE NEW YORK TIMES INTERNATIONAL EDITION / JANUARY,10,2023 “Let’s get lost in Tokyo art”」

2022 「朝日新聞 大阪版 夕刊 5月24日 展覧会欄」

2021 「REAR47号「記録と再生の倫理学」レビュー 塩原有佳|BLACK ON BLACK 大原万季」

「月刊美術 6月号 No.549 別冊付録 月刊美術プラス ネクストブレイク×20」

「中日新聞 夕刊 2月6日 CULTURE欄 黒い画面に浮かぶ色彩 /宮崎正嗣」

「月刊美術 12月号 No.543 キラリと光った才能 今狙いたい!ネクストブレイク×40人」 2022

2012 「GALLERY 5月号 小川英晴のアート縦横 No.20 O JUN×小川英晴」

「月刊美術 1月号 No.436 2012年、この作家に注目せよ!」

リース

2021 SPROUND TOKYO{SUN、RAIN、BREEZE}(東京、品川) 担当 世界株式会社

EIGHT DAYS DINING(東京、大塚)

コミッションワーク

2024 unique 松坂屋名古屋店本館8階/永山祐子建築設計(愛知、栄）

2023 TOPAZ新御徒町/永山祐子建築設計、日本エスコン(東京、台東区）

[evilpenguinrika]

I finished drawing and animating Scene1C, meaning all of Scene1 is done!

Movin' onto Scene2 stuff babeeyy