關於 black and white drawing simple ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

#Eugene讀的300多本myON電子書記錄
(此圖不包含同myON的『Kaite Woo』和『Dino』系列)
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大概是從5月中疫情爆發的時候，
SJE女孩兒門關在家防疫課時哪兒也不去，
沒上學的自學生Eugene則維持學習的步調，
卻增加了 #myON電子書 的量!
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延伸上一篇文 ‧ 傳送門https://www.facebook.com/ingrid.ing.1024/photos/a.1661247717465782/3058233677767172
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這張圖是5月~7月底的myON電子書+AR測驗記錄，
部分介紹找時間將截圖在留言處，
其他還有很多橋梁書套書、小說的閱讀同時進行~
#SJE閱讀記錄 #Eugene6Y7M #英文閱讀 #英文有聲書
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以下是Eugene讀『myON電子書記錄』書名提供給大家，
字數不多，並且很精彩!
Eugene讀的共有300多本，
字數約在1千上下，
而且精彩的說書人真是讚!
超多好看的書讓小E會想一讀再讀呢!
很多書小E看完就不測AR了，
所以列書單如下：

◆ The Elves Help Puss in Boots
◆ Quest for the Unicorn's Horn
◆ Medea Tells All: A Mad, Magical Love
◆ Medusa Tells All: Beauty Missing, Hair Hissing
◆ Three Blind Mice Team Up with the Three Little Pigs
◆ The Tooth Fairy
◆ Seriously, Snow White Was SO Forgetful!
◆ Trust Me, Hansel and Gretel Are Sweet!
◆ Snow White and the Seven Robots: A Graphic Novel
◆ Red Riding Hood Meets the Three Bears
◆ Red Riding Hood Meets the Three Bears
◆ The Robo-battle of Mega Tortoise vs. Hazard Hare: A Graphic Novel
◆ Medea Tells All: A Mad, Magical Love
◆ Helen of Troy Tells All
◆ Pandora Tells All: Not the Curious Kind
◆ Robin Hood, Time Traveler
◆ The Ugly Dino Hatchling: A Graphic Novel
◆ Keep It Simple, Rapunzel!
◆ Mermaid Midfielders
◆ Hansel and Gretel
◆ Say "Cheese"!
◆ Big Pig
◆ Cass the Monkey
◆ Rapunzel
◆ Honestly, Our Music Stole the Show!: The Story of the Bremen Town Musicians as Told by the Donkey
◆ The Recess Bully
◆ The Runaway Robot
◆ Alice, Secret Agent of Wonderland
◆ Frankly, I'd Rather Spin Myself a New Name!
◆ Sleeping Beauty, Magic Master
◆ Quest for the Unicorn's Horn
◆ Secret Matter
◆ Truthfully, Something Smelled Fishy!: The Story of the Fisherman and His Wife as Told by the Wife
◆ Pandarella
◆ Hansel and Gretel Stories Around the World
◆ Red Riding Hood, Superhero: A Graphic Novel
◆ Beauty and the Beast Stories Around the World
◆ Goldiclucks and the Three Bears
◆ Believe Me, Goldilocks Rocks!
◆ Believe Me, I Never Felt a Pea!
◆ Poodle and the Pea
◆ Kitten Who Cried Dog
◆ Ack's New Pet
◆ Pandarella
◆ Goldilocks and the Three Vampires
◆ The Silver Spurs of Oz
◆ Rapunzel vs. Frankenstein
◆ Peter Pan in Mummy Land
◆ Mouse Says "Sorry"
◆ Mouse Says "Sorry"
◆ Hippo Says "Excuse Me"
◆ Monster Knows Table Manners
◆ Monster Knows Excuse Me
◆ Party Problems
◆ Miles McHale, Tattletale
◆ Yasmin the Chef
◆ Truthfully, Something Smelled Fishy!: The Story of the Fisherman and His Wife as Told by the Wife
◆ The Robo-battle of Mega Tortoise vs. Hazard Hare: A Graphic Novel
◆ Max Goes to the Dentist
◆ Listen, My Bridge Is SO Cool!: The Story of the Three Billy Goats ◆ Gruff as Told by the Troll
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Speed Secret
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Growing Goo
◆ Marconi the Wizard
◆ Hair-pocalypse
◆ Little Tiger Picks Up
◆ Penguin Says "Please"
◆ Little Dinos Don't Push
◆ Little Dinos Don't Hit
◆ Dino Hunt
◆ Prize Inside
◆ Pizza Palace
◆ What's That Sound, Cinderella?
◆ Pet Costume Party
◆ Even Fairies Bake Mistakes
◆ Counting Money!
◆ Maybe When I'm Bigger
◆ Traveling Shoes
◆ When Thomas Edison Fed Someone Worms
◆ The Swim Race
◆ Ruth's Pink Pajamas
◆ Me and My Cat
◆ Boo Bat
◆ Incredible Rockhead and the Spectacular Scissorlegz
◆ Truly, We Both Loved Beauty Dearly!
◆ Poodle and the Pea
◆ Marshmallow Mermaid
◆ Green Queen of Mean
◆ Evil Echo
◆ Yum!
◆ My Body
◆ My Day
◆ My Neighborhood
◆ Marvelous Me
◆ Paid to Game
◆ Mr. Bones
◆ Little Dinos Don't Yell
◆ Do Not Let Your Dragon Spread Germs
◆ Friends All Day
◆ Field Day Rules!
◆ The Goose that Laid the Rotten Egg: A Graphic Novel
◆ Plans Gone Wrong
◆ The Ants and the Grasshopper
◆ The Boy Who Cried Wolf
◆ The Boy Who Cried Vampire: A Graphic Novel
◆ Frankly, I'd Rather Spin Myself a New Name!
◆ Little Red Riding Hood Stories Around the World
◆ Rapunzel Stories Around the World
◆ Hansel and Gretel Stories Around the World
◆ Beauty and the Beast Stories Around the World
◆ Little Red Riding Duck
◆ Goldiclucks and the Three Bears
◆ Kitten Who Cried Dog
◆ Princess Harper Gets Happy
◆ Pandarella
◆ How Do We Stay on Earth?
◆ Scary Night
◆ Aliens and Energy
◆ The Big Mistake
◆ The Black Hole Report
◆ Ack's New Pet
◆ Ooze Slingers from Outer Space
◆ Eek Discovers Earth
◆ Tap Dance Troubles
◆ First Base Blues
◆ Soccer Switch
◆ Snow Dance
◆ Jack and the Beanstalk
◆ Lacey Walker, Nonstop Talker
◆ Crabby Pants
◆ Eleanore Won't Share
◆ Clara's Crazy Curls
◆ The Perfect Birthday Recipe
◆ The Little Bully
◆ You Get What You Get
◆ Zombies and Meatballs
◆ Boy Under the Bed
◆ Welcome to Third Grade, Gus!
◆ Going on a Field Trip
◆ Honestly, Red Riding Hood Was Rotten!
◆ No Lie, Pigs (and Their Houses) Can Fly!
◆ Seriously, Snow White Was SO Forgetful!
◆ Really, Rapunzel Needed a Haircut!
◆ Ninja-rella: A Graphic Novel
◆ Farms
◆ A Nature Walk on the Farm
◆ Bree's Bike Jump
◆ The Lion and the Mouse and the Invaders from Zurg: A Graphic Novel
◆ Lucille Gets Jealous
◆ Terrible, Awful, Horrible Manners!
◆ First Day of Unicorn School
◆ Trust Me, Hansel and Gretel Are Sweet!
◆ Clara's Crazy Curls
◆ Cat That Disappeared
◆ Super Billy Goats Gruff: A Graphic Novel
◆ Day of the Field Trip Zombies
◆ Shark in the Library!
◆ Sleeping Beauty
◆ Robin Hood, Time Traveler
◆ Red Riding Hood
◆ Rapunzel
◆ Puss in Boots
◆ Medusa Tells All: Beauty Missing, Hair Hissing
◆ Freestyle Fun
◆ Pandora Tells All: Not the Curious Kind
◆ Punk Rock Mouse and Country Mouse: A Graphic Novel
◆ Hansel and Gretel
◆ Chicken Little Saves the Moon Base: A Graphic Novel
◆ Johnny Slimeseed and the Freaky Forest
◆ The Goose that Laid the Rotten Egg: A Graphic Novel
◆ Believe Me, Goldilocks Rocks!
◆ No Lie, I Acted Like a Beast!
◆ Morning Mystery
◆ Johnny Slimeseed and the Freaky Forest
◆ Curse of the Red Scorpion
◆ Rapunzel
◆ Jak and the Magic Nano-beans: A Graphic Novel
◆ Goldilocks and the Three Vampires
◆ The Silver Spurs of Oz
◆ Peter Pan in Mummy Land
◆ Hansel and Gretel
◆ Rapunzel vs. Frankenstein
◆ Private Eye Princess and the Emerald Pea
◆ First Day, No Way!
◆ Beauty and the Dreaded Sea Beast
◆ Cinderella Stories Around the World
◆ Frog Prince
◆ Do Not Bring Your Dragon to Recess
◆ For Real, I Paraded in My Underpants!
◆ Olivia Bitter, Spooked-Out Sitter!
◆ Willy the Worm
◆ My Home
◆ Three Princesses
◆ The Frog Prince Saves Sleeping Beauty
◆ Sleeping Beauty
◆ Princess Bella's Birthday Cake
◆ Princess Addison Gets Angry
◆ The Tortoise and the Hare
◆ The Voice in the Boys' Room
◆ Servant and the Water Princess
◆ Because I Stubbed My Toe
◆ Yasmin the Builder
◆ New Kid from Planet Glorf
◆ Monster of Lake Lobo
◆ Golden Goose
◆ Dozer Strikes!
◆ Incredible Rockhead vs Papercut!
◆ Super-Powered Sneeze
◆ Up the President's Nose
◆ Blastoff to the Secret Side of the Moon!
◆ Hercules and the Pooper-Scooper Peril
◆ Witch's Brew
◆ Princess and Her Pony
◆ Day Mom Finally Snapped
◆ Boy Who Burped Too Much
◆ Secret of the Summer School Zombies
◆ Peek-a-Boo Dinosaurs
◆ My Little Bro-Bot
◆ Night of the Homework Zombies
◆ Max and Buddy Go to the Vet
◆ Invasion of the Gym Class Zombies
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Putt-Putt Contest
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Cave Creatures
◆ Lost Lunch
◆ Good, the Bad, and the Monkeys
◆ Frank 'n' Beans
◆ Little Lizard's New Baby
◆ Missing Monster Card
◆ Bus Ride Bully
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Cool Caps
◆ Eek and Ack vs the Wolfman
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Outer Space Trip
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Super Fast Car
◆ Snorkeling with Sea-Bots
◆ Buzz Beaker and the Race to School
◆ Jimmy Sniffles vs the Mummy
◆ Wright Brothers
◆ Double Trouble
◆ Dognapped!
◆ Fuchsia Fierce
◆ Do Not Bring Your Dragon to the Library
◆ My First Guide to Paper Airplanes
◆ Nose for Danger
◆ Helen Keller
◆ Thomas Edison: Physicist and Inventor
◆ People of the World
◆ Christopher Columbus and Neil Armstrong
◆ When Neil Armstrong Built a Wind Tunnel
◆ Jane Goodall
◆ Malala Yousafzai's Story
◆ Going to School: Comparing Past and Present
◆ Dinosaurs for Breakfast
◆ What Do You Think, Katie?
◆ Too Much RainRain
◆ A Is for Albatross
◆ Tricky Tooth
◆ The Best Baker
◆ Big Lie
◆ Jay-Z
◆ You Can Work in Music
◆ Spiders
◆ The Best Club
◆ I Can Reuse and Recycle
◆ How Effective Is Recycling?
◆ No Valentines for Katie
◆ Pony Party
◆ Piggy Bank Problems
◆ No More Teasing
◆ Moving Day
◆ Katie's Vet Loves Pets
◆ Drawing and Learning About Cats
◆ Moo, Katie Woo!
◆ Keep Dancing, Katie
◆ Katie's Spooky Sleepover
◆ Katie's Noisy Music
◆ Katie's New Shoes
◆ Katie Woo, Super Scout
◆ Katie Woo's Crazy Critter Jokes
◆ Katie Woo Has the Flu
◆ Katie Saves the Earth
◆ Katie Saves Thanksgiving
◆ Katie in the Kitchen
◆ Katie Goes Camping
◆ Mystery Coins
◆ Missing Trumpet
◆ Slime Attack
◆ Beach Bandit
◆ Crazy Clues
◆ Surprise Prize
◆ Ghost Sounds
◆ Katie Finds a Job
◆ Katie Blows Her Top
◆ Haunted House
◆ Alice in Wonderland
◆ Katie and the Haunted Museum
◆ Katie and the Fancy Substitute
◆ The Story of Ursa Major and Ursa Minor: A Roman Constellation Myth
◆ Katie and the Class Pet
◆ It Doesn't Need to Rhyme, Katie
◆ Helping Mayor Patty
◆ Goodbye to Goldie
◆ Nervous Night
◆ Good Morning, Farmer Carmen!
◆ Friends in the Mail
◆ Fly High, Katie
◆ Flower Girl Katie
◆ Daddy Can't Dance
◆ Cowgirl Katie
◆ Cartwheel Katie
◆ Boss of the World
◆ Boo, Katie Woo!
◆ Best Season Ever
◆ Happy Day
◆ Underworld Clash
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Nobody’s Fool　　( January 2011 )

Yoshitomo Nara

Do people look to my childhood for sources of my imagery? Back then, the snow-covered fields of the north were about as far away as you could get from the rapid economic growth happening elsewhere. Both my parents worked and my brothers were much older, so the only one home to greet me when I got back from elementary school was a stray cat we’d taken in. Even so, this was the center of my world. In my lonely room, I would twist the radio dial to the American military base station and out blasted rock and roll music. One of history’s first man-made satellites revolved around me up in the night sky. There I was, in touch with the stars and radio waves.

It doesn’t take much imagination to envision how a lonely childhood in such surroundings might give rise to the sensibility in my work. In fact, I also used to believe in this connection. I would close my eyes and conjure childhood scenes, letting my imagination amplify them like the music coming from my speakers.

But now, past the age of fifty and more cool-headed, I’ve begun to wonder how big a role childhood plays in making us who we are as adults. Looking through reproductions of the countless works I’ve made between my late twenties and now, I get the feeling that childhood experiences were merely a catalyst. My art derives less from the self-centered instincts of childhood than from the day-to-day sensory experiences of an adult who has left this realm behind. And, ultimately, taking the big steps pales in importance to the daily need to keep on walking.

While I was in high school, before I had anything to do with art, I worked part-time in a rock café. There I became friends with a graduate student of mathematics who one day started telling me, in layman’s terms, about his major in topology. His explanation made the subject seem less like a branch of mathematics than some fascinating organic philosophy. My understanding is that topology offers you a way to discover the underlying sameness of countless, seemingly disparate, forms. Conversely, it explains why many people, when confronted with apparently identical things, will accept a fake as the genuine article. I later went on to study art, live in Germany, and travel around the world, and the broader perspective I’ve gained has shown me that topology has long been a subtext of my thinking. The more we add complexity, the more we obscure what is truly valuable. Perhaps the reason I began, in the mid-90s, trying to make paintings as simple as possible stems from that introduction to topology gained in my youth.

As a kid listening to U.S. armed-forces radio, I had no idea what the lyrics meant, but I loved the melody and rhythm of the music. In junior high school, my friends and I were already discussing rock and roll like credible music critics, and by the time I started high school, I was hanging out in rock coffee shops and going to live shows. We may have been a small group of social outcasts, but the older kids, who smoked cigarettes and drank, talked to us all night long about movies they’d seen or books they’d read. If the nighttime student quarter had been the school, I’m sure I would have been a straight-A student.

In the 80s, I left my hometown to attend art school, where I was anything but an honors student. There, a model student was one who brought a researcher’s focus to the work at hand. Your bookshelves were stacked with catalogues and reference materials. When you weren’t working away in your studio, you were meeting with like-minded classmates to discuss art past and present, including your own. You were hoping to set new trends in motion. Wholly lacking any grand ambition, I fell well short of this model, with most of my paintings done to satisfy class assignments. I was, however, filling every one of my notebooks, sketchbooks, and scraps of wrapping paper with crazy, graffiti-like drawings.

Looking back on my younger days—Where did where all that sparkling energy go? I used the money from part-time jobs to buy record albums instead of art supplies and catalogues. I went to movies and concerts, hung out with my girlfriend, did funky drawings on paper, and made midnight raids on friends whose boarding-room lights still happened to be on. I spent the passions of my student days outside the school studio. This is not to say I wasn’t envious of the kids who earned the teachers’ praise or who debuted their talents in early exhibitions. Maybe envy is the wrong word. I guess I had the feeling that we were living in separate worlds. Like puffs of cigarette smoke or the rock songs from my speaker, my adolescent energies all vanished in the sky.

Being outside the city and surrounded by rice fields, my art school had no art scene to speak of—I imagined the art world existing in some unknown dimension, like that of TV or the movies. At the time, art could only be discussed in a Western context, and, therefore, seemed unreal. But just as every country kid dreams of life in the big city, this shaky art-school student had visions of the dazzling, far-off realm of contemporary art. Along with this yearning was an equally strong belief that I didn’t deserve admittance to such a world. A typical provincial underachiever!

I did, however, love to draw every day and the scrawled sketches, never shown to anybody, started piling up. Like journal entries reflecting the events of each day, they sometimes intersected memories from the past. My little everyday world became a trigger for the imagination, and I learned to develop and capture the imagery that arose. I was, however, still a long way off from being able to translate those countless images from paper to canvas.

Visions come to us through daydreams and fantasies. Our emotional reaction towards these images makes them real. Listening to my record collection gave me a similar experience. Before the Internet, the precious little information that did exist was to be found in the two or three music magazines available. Most of my records were imported—no liner notes or lyric sheets in Japanese. No matter how much I liked the music, living in a non-English speaking world sadly meant limited access to the meaning of the lyrics. The music came from a land of societal, religious, and subcultural sensibilities apart from my own, where people moved their bodies to it in a different rhythm. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. I never got tired of poring over every inch of the record jackets on my 12-inch vinyl LPs. I took the sounds and verses into my body. Amidst today’s superabundance of information, choosing music is about how best to single out the right album. For me, it was about making the most use of scant information to sharpen my sensibilities, imagination, and conviction. It might be one verse, melody, guitar riff, rhythmic drum beat or bass line, or record jacket that would inspire me and conjure up fresh imagery. Then, with pencil in hand, I would draw these images on paper, one after the other. Beyond good or bad, the pictures had a will of their own, inhabiting the torn pages with freedom and friendliness.

By the time I graduated from university, my painting began to approach the independence of my drawing. As a means for me to represent a world that was mine and mine alone, the paintings may not have been as nimble as the drawings, but I did them without any preliminary sketching. Prizing feelings that arose as I worked, I just kept painting and over-painting until I gained a certain freedom and the sense, though vague at the time, that I had established a singular way of putting images onto canvas. Yet, I hadn’t reached the point where I could declare that I would paint for the rest of my life.

After receiving my undergraduate degree, I entered the graduate school of my university and got a part-time job teaching at an art yobiko—a prep school for students seeking entrance to an art college. As an instructor, training students how to look at and compose things artistically, meant that I also had to learn how to verbalize my thoughts and feelings. This significant growth experience not only allowed me to take stock of my life at the time, but also provided a refreshing opportunity to connect with teenage hearts and minds.

And idealism! Talking to groups of art students, I naturally found myself describing the ideals of an artist. A painful experience for me—I still had no sense of myself as an artist. The more the students showed their affection for me, the more I felt like a failed artist masquerading as a sensei (teacher). After completing my graduate studies, I kept working as a yobiko instructor. And in telling students about the path to becoming an artist, I began to realize that I was still a student myself, with many things yet to learn. I felt that I needed to become a true art student. I decided to study in Germany. The day I left the city where I had long lived, many of my students appeared on the platform to see me off.

Life as a student in Germany was a happy time. I originally intended to go to London, but for economic reasons chose a tuition-free, and, fortunately, academism-free German school. Personal approaches coexisted with conceptual ones, and students tried out a wide range of modes of expression. Technically speaking, we were all students, but each of us brought a creator’s spirit to the fore. The strong wills and opinions of the local students, though, were well in place before they became artists thanks to the German system of early education. As a reticent foreign student from a far-off land, I must have seemed like a mute child. I decided that I would try to make myself understood not through words, but through having people look at my pictures. When winter came and leaden clouds filled the skies, I found myself slipping back to the winters of my childhood. Forgoing attempts to speak in an unknown language, I redoubled my efforts to express myself through visions of my private world. Thinking rather than talking, then illustrating this thought process in drawings and, finally, realizing it in a painting. Instead of defeating you in an argument, I wanted to invite you inside me. Here I was, in a most unexpected place, rediscovering a value that I thought I had lost—I felt that I had finally gained the ability to learn and think, that I had become a student in the truest sense of the word.

But I still wasn’t your typical honors student. My paintings clearly didn’t look like contemporary art, and nobody would say my images fit in the context of European painting. They did, however, catch the gaze of dealers who, with their antennae out for young artists, saw my paintings as new objects that belonged less to the singular world of art and more to the realm of everyday life. Several were impressed by the freshness of my art, and before I knew it, I was invited to hold exhibitions in established galleries—a big step into a wider world.

The six years that I spent in Germany after completing my studies and before returning to Japan were golden days, both for me and my work. Every day and every night, I worked tirelessly to fix onto canvas all the visions that welled up in my head. My living space/studio was in a dreary, concrete former factory building on the outskirts of Cologne. It was the center of my world. Late at night, my surroundings were enveloped in darkness, but my studio was brightly lit. The songs of folk poets flowed out of my speakers. In that place, standing in front of the canvas sometimes felt like traveling on a solitary voyage in outer space—a lonely little spacecraft floating in the darkness of the void. My spaceship could go anywhere in this fantasy while I was painting, even to the edge of the universe.

Suddenly one day, I was flung outside—my spaceship was to be scrapped. My little vehicle turned back into an old concrete building, one that was slated for destruction because it was falling apart. Having lost the spaceship that had accompanied me on my lonely travels, and lacking the energy to look for a new studio, I immediately decided that I might as well go back to my homeland. It was painful and sad to leave the country where I had lived for twelve years and the handful of people I could call friends. But I had lost my ship. The only place I thought to land was my mother country, where long ago those teenagers had waved me goodbye and, in retrospect, whose letters to me while I was in Germany were a valuable source of fuel.

After my long space flight, I returned to Japan with the strange sense of having made a full orbit around the planet. The new studio was a little warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo, in an area dotted with rice fields and small factories. When the wind blew, swirls of dust slipped in through the cracks, and water leaked down the walls in heavy rains. In my dilapidated warehouse, only one sheet of corrugated metal separated me from the summer heat and winter cold. Despite the funky environment, I was somehow able to keep in midnight contact with the cosmos—the beings I had drawn and painted in Germany began to mature. The emotional quality of the earlier work gave way to a new sense of composure. I worked at refining the former impulsiveness of the drawings and the monochromatic, almost reverent, backgrounds of the paintings. In my pursuit of fresh imagery, I switched from idle experimentation to a more workmanlike approach towards capturing what I saw beyond the canvas.

Children and animals—what simple motifs! Appearing on neat canvases or in ephemeral drawings, these figures are easy on the viewers’ eyes. Occasionally, they shake off my intentions and leap to the feet of their audience, never to return. Because my motifs are accessible, they are often only understood on a superficial level. Sometimes art that results from a long process of development receives only shallow general acceptance, and those who should be interpreting it fail to do so, either through a lack of knowledge or insufficient powers of expression. Take, for example, the music of a specific era. People who lived during this era will naturally appreciate the music that was then popular. Few of these listeners, however, will know, let alone value, the music produced by minor labels, by introspective musicians working under the radar, because it’s music that’s made in answer to an individual’s desire, not the desires of the times. In this way, people who say that “Nara loves rock,” or “Nara loves punk” should see my album collection. Of four thousand records there are probably fewer than fifty punk albums. I do have a lot of 60s and 70s rock and roll, but most of my music is from little labels that never saw commercial success—traditional roots music by black musicians and white musicians, and contemplative folk. The spirit of any era gives birth to trends and fashions as well as their opposite: countless introspective individual worlds. A simultaneous embrace of both has cultivated my sensibility and way of thinking. My artwork is merely the tip of the iceberg that is my self. But if you analyzed the DNA from this tip, you would probably discover a new way of looking at my art. My viewers become a true audience when they take what I’ve made and make it their own. That’s the moment the works gain their freedom, even from their maker.

After contemplative folk singers taught me about deep empathy, the punk rockers schooled me in explosive expression.

I was born on this star, and I’m still breathing. Since childhood, I’ve been a jumble of things learned and experienced and memories that can’t be forgotten. Their involuntary locomotion is my inspiration. I don’t express in words the contents of my work. I’ll only tell you my history. The countless stories living inside my work would become mere fabrications the moment I put them into words. Instead, I use my pencil to turn them into pictures. Standing before the dark abyss, here’s hoping my spaceship launches safely tonight….

少し煮詰めた寒天液を使って簡単お絵かき、スイカゼリーを作ってみました。スイカ味のシロップを使えば、味もスイカでキメられます。なんとなく描けば完成できるシロップお絵かき。楽しいですよ。動画の最後は煮詰めすぎて、色がなじまなかった失敗作です。合わせて見てみてください。
*レシピ*（18センチ セルクル 1個分）
１．赤、緑、黒などの食用色素を準備しておく。
２．鍋に上白糖 300g、水 200g、粉寒天 4gを入れ混ぜる。
３．火にかけ、かき混ぜながら焦がさないように弱火で5分ほど煮詰める。
４．型に流し入れる。
５．１でお絵描きする。
６．1時間ほど冷蔵庫で冷やす。
７．型の中で切り分け、取り出す。
８．でけた。
甘くておいしい。アイスキャンディーの棒に刺したら、寒天スイカバーの出来上がり。よく冷やして召し上がれ。

#スイカ #ゼリー #寒天

I made a watermelon jelly by simple drawing using agar liquid that has been boiled down a little.
If you use watermelon flavored syrup, you can make a watermelon flavored jelly.
A syrup drawing that can be completed by somehow drawing. It's fun.
The failed work at the end of the video.
The color didn't fit well because it was boiled down too much.Check them too.

*recipe* (for one 18-centimeter cellule)
1.Prepare red, green, black or other food coloring.
2. Mix 300g of white sugar, 200g of water and 4g of agar powder in a pan.
3.Boil for 5 minutes over low heat while stirring to avoid burning.
4.Pour into a mold.
5.Draw a picture with (1).
6.Cool in the refrigerator for about 1 hour.
7.Cut into pieces and remove from the mold.
8.Finished.
Sweet and delicious. Just stick it in an ice lolly stick and you've got an agar watermelon bar. Chill well and enjoy.

#watermelon #jelly #agar

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When you first see a face, the eyes are what you're most likely to look at first. But, with eyes you don't only perceive, but also communicate, so why not play a little makeup game to redirect your look? In this makeup tutorial I'll show you step by step how to use makeup to make your eyes unforgettably mesmerising!

First cover both your upper and lower eyelid with a faint pink eyeshadow.

Add some depth with a caramel colour from the lower corner of your eye, up to the middle section of your browbone.
Excuse me I just love naming eyeshadow colours after sweets!

Are you ready? Now put away that huge shadow brush and go for a thin little one, with which you should now carefully pull a teeny tiny mini wing and line your lash line to the middle. It doesnt matter if you start by drawing that little wing or draw along your lash line as long as it's clean!

Tackle again that caramel shadow and brush it neatly along your lower lash line, preferably using an angled brush.

Line 2 thirds of your under lower and inner lash line to set a clear line between iris and eyelashes. Use either a flat brush with wet, black eyeshadow or an eye pencil.

Dab on white eyeshadow in the inner corner of your eye and your brow bone to both highlight and soften up. Otherwise the look would appear too hard.

Draw along your eyeshadow with a liquid eyeliner to create a sharper frame around your eyes.

Never underestimate the power of your brows to the eyes, Usually your natural eyebrosh shape is just right and all you need is little bit more poof, which you can get by brushing your brows with an eyebrow mascara.

For extra large eyelashes I use my 3 step mascara. Yes that's right, this bottle comes with 3 different layers of mascara! If you dont have a magic mascara like this then please stick with the classic lash curler blowdryer trick
and just 1 to 3 layers of your favourite mascara.

When the eye makeup I'm wearing is rather dramatic, I prefer to use more decent colour for my lips and cheeks.
Here I will use a soft peach blush and a light bubblegum lipstick to go with this look. ]
Have fun with this look and eventually you'll even lock eyes with someone! Kyahahaa! See you in my next video!