Updating my jubei here.
I spent a lot of time painting the background for this wall, making sure everything was done as perfectly as I could, the sky and moon alone took me some hours of painting. I'm very proud of how it turned out. And yeah Fisheye lens time.
thanks to jdelossantos for helping me doing the background lineart and thanks to vampluva for helping me with the short story.
a little background story for the image
Night of the Cherry Blossoms by Vampluva
****The air is unseasonably warm for the time of year, the sweet scent of sakura blossoms filling the night evoking thoughts of laughter and love and happier times than this, a night where violence and danger permeate the streets in an almost tangible manner. It's a hint of copper at the back of your throat, the distant sounds of screams echoing in your ears and the thrum of your skin as it senses threats in the shadows of every dark street and alley you see.
The night is alive and thrumming with the need for blood and violence and deadly bloody vengeance. Windows are shuttered, screens closed and barred, people sequestering themselves in the furthest corner from the street that they can find, be it a closet or a hole in the floor, or if they are very lucky a basement cellar that they can lock behind them. Food remains steaming on tables, toys scattered on floors, even the children are quiet, no whimpers or cries or fearful sobbing to be heard... just silence. Those unlucky enough to be caught unawares quickly pay the price on this deadly night, the air reverberating with their final cries which are quickly silenced, fading away on the sweetly scented breeze.
The geisha in the upstairs room of the brothel gives barely a cry as the long blade slashes her a dark bloody furrow. What only moments before was a picture of serene beauty is now a ragged bloody mess as she crumples to the floor, her life painting the floor with brilliant crimson; rich and glistening in the ambient light even as that same light quickly fades from once shining smiling eyes. The Ronin stands staring at the scene before him, his face wearing her crimson, bemused and startled. He stares at his hands in wonder, then at the bloody blade that he holds in fear.... what am I doing? What was I thinking? His eyes roll with madness, the sweet air once more filling his lungs, overpowering the coppery tang that had filled the room.
Nearby geisha hear the sounds of violence and scurry for safety, fleeing their rooms and leaving their patrons gaping in outrage and bemusement, others though are not so lucky, escape no longer an option as their patrons draw their blades, their eyes shining with the lust for violence, the need for bloodshed.
The air is warm and sweet, the moon shining brightly through the sparse cloudcover, the air echoing with the sounds of death and it's many guises. But the air trembles and the blossoms stir as the light shimmers upon the town, a light that reveals the one summoned by such a violent needful night, one who seeks to right the wrongs done, to take vengeance upon those who have shed innocent blood on this bloody spring night, this carnival of horrors... She draws her blade her eyes shining with power and leaps into the fray, her sights set upon the one who holds his dripping blade above the now still form of the child that lies in the street, discarded like waste, a young girl child who would have grown to be a beautiful woman. She leaps and death is in her gaze.
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Made in PS & Illustrator (and a little of SAI)
here you can see the Making OF [link]
Time: Several weeks
Listening Shiina Ringo - Gibbs (my lovely shiina)
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