|Possibly my most interesting picture to date, but maybe that's because of what's going on in the background.|
Takumi sat behind the counter of the Yamamoto Family Art Shop, with a bandage around his left leg after tearing a calf muscle in the last talent show entry. He looked gloomy and disheartened, meanwhile, his mother brought him a cup of tea.
“Thank you, mother.” He sipped the tea and looked down at the quarter-empty cup. He sighed and said, “I have tried my best, mother. I wanted to be seen as fierce or suave or intelligent to impress the judges. Yet with both rounds, I have had constant mishaps. Granted, I still won, but I can’t help but still feel… unsatisfied, unfulfilled. As if I were to win this talent show, it would be a hollow victory. Now that I am in the final round, should my next attempt to meet the standards of the panel be thwarted by fate once again and feel like a fool?”
His mother had entered Takumi into the talent show under the cute category, but only telling him it was for general talent. So every round was a misinterpreted attempt for Takumi to look as dignified or cool as possible. She looked over to her son and suggested, “Maybe you shouldn’t do what others expect you to be good at. Maybe you should do what you know you’re good at.”
With that, he was struck with inspiration. He knew the one thing he was good at: painting. Not just painting, but painting life’s most beautiful moments and creations. He got out of his seat, then yelped from the pain of his tore leg and moved much slower, and began to paint. He spent a whole week crafting and perfecting what he considered beautiful, and by the time the talent show judges came to the art shop to see what he had to offer, Takumi, bags under his eyes from tireless work and paint covered all over his clothes and body, presented a portrait of the love of his life: Manami Asano of Noir Vale.
When asked why he chose this as his entry, he replied “I have a gift for capturing the beauty in all things, and there is nothing I find more beautiful than my beloved Manami-chan. She is so gentle and kind and loving that I felt she was the most appropriate to paint. So I did this, all off the top of my head.” The judges awed and applauded. They thanked him for the presentation and left. For the first time in this contest, Takumi smiled as he sighed in exhaustion. There was a sense of honesty about presenting his favoured skill which satisfied the Smeargle. Even if he didn’t win, he felt proud of his effort. “I wonder if Manami-chan will like this as a gift…” He murmured as he blushed and smiled at the thought._______________________________________________________________
I'm the Media Dusk (a.k.a DuskNinjaKenji), and all I'm here to do is meet some new people, have some fun, draw a bit, look at some art, all that stuff. =3=
Current Residence: Sydney, Australia
Favourite genre of music: Not really very picky, depends what mood I'm in, I suppose.
Hero: Buck Brannaman
Favourite photographer: Hmmm, good question
Favourite style of art: Anything that seems really cool to me
Operating System: Laptop
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Shell of choice: Dunno
Wallpaper of choice: Computer default image =3=
Skin of choice: Um... my OWN skin?
Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede
Personal Quote: Love and Peace!