Walking down illustration road

Here’s my entry. 8 hours, photoshop

Comes the morning when I can feel that there’s nothing left to be concealed.

You’re still very lovable.

Storyboard for client’s approval of an advertising film.

“She had sharp eyes for money. And caught herself thinking, deep in rainy nights, Why am I lonely? But deep down she knew the answer – there were simply no room for anyone in her life, her ego grew like a tumor, corrupting every trace and every detail of her once lovely personality.“

“Somehow he felt connected, with a bizarre and strange synergy, completely fantastic and inexplicable. He felt as if he never left, as if the last 4 years (or even more) could be completely ignored. The reconnection with his past made him feel alive, and the possibility of returning home was slowly creeping into reality.”