23 Sep 2024
Pronouns!
I've been seeing these around for some time and while I've never bothered with one of them, I am one of the transes, so I thought now was as good time as any.
Below is my table of pronouns and words. Because I've never quite done a table like this, I'm still figuring if all this fits, and things are subject to change.
|
Names |
Pronouns |
| ❤ |
shuriee, bea |
she/her |
| ✔ |
rocc, beatriz, bae |
they/them |
| Words |
|---|
|
Honorifics |
Person |
Adjectives |
Relationships |
| ❤ |
⠀
Ø*
⠀ |
girl, woman
person |
cute, pretty |
friend
sis, buddy |
| ✔ |
ms.
ma'am, madam,
comrade |
lady
dude, bro |
Ø* |
partner, girlfriend |
*Ø stands for an empty field.
Any word in a row marked with ❤ is a word that I'll always be happy to be addressed by. Words in the rows marked with ✔ are words that need some kind of prior history for me to comfortable with.
Names, pronouns and adjectives are self-explanatory I believe, so I'll skip them. For the rest, I'll provide some kind of example on how I see the words to be used.
Honorifics preceed the name, like "ms. shuriee". I'm not really one for formalities, but if they must happen, there's a list. Person words are words that refer to my person, such as "shuriee is a girl". Relationship words explain how I relate to others, like "shuriee is my friend." or "my friend shuriee"
Anything that's not in this list is something which I've either forgotten or would rather not be addressed as. Given that language is so complex and everchanging, I find it easier to list that which I enjoy, than to try to be exhaustive. If it's not here, just ask me directly about it or don't address me by that word.
And with that, I have finally done a little list of pronouns and words. I guess it's a kind of rite of passage of internet queers, so yeah! Now you know how to address me, if you ever want to.
13 Jul 2024
「 SPOILERS FOR GIRLS' LAST TOUR 」
I love Girls' Last Tour.
Besides the obvious fact that I'm currently trying to copy it page by page, panel by panel, it's an anime that's been with me for most of my journey as an artist, guiding my tastes both in experiencing and creating. I've rewatched it countless times, each time breaking down different details, or sometimes just enjoying the coziness. Last semester, I wrote a piece on Chito and Yuuri and their narrative function as co-protagonists, to figure out what makes them tick, and hopefully be able to apply it to my own work.
It's important to state a few relevant things about the narrative of Girls' Last Tour. At its core, it's an exceedingly simple narrative: a journey to the top floor of the city - and a journey which is long, but not harduous. Because of this extremely simple framing for the entire narrative, there is very little space for plot to take over, lending most of the narrative space to the characters themselves - the travellers - and their own internal and interpersonal worlds.
Chito and Yuuri work together not only in the sense that they both want to reach the top floor of the city, but they both want it for the same reason, as they believe that, once at the top, they'll find their place in this desolate and abandoned world. However, the two characters still define themselves in their contrasts - Chito's restraint, rigidity of thought and obcessive worry to Yuuri's carelessness, open-mindedness and spontaneity, Chito's love of the past to Yuuri's love of the present, Chito's intellectual and narrative memory to Yuuri's sensory memory. Chito and Yuuri are narratively aligned - they share the same external and internal arcs- but are personally contrasting - and often react in opposing ways to the same challenges. Despite that, the two act as one, in a way that seems to echo the concept of two voices of a singular conscience.
This complementary relationship of theirs is challenged at multiple points in the narrative, either by threatening separation, forcing it, or posing the question through encounters with other travellers. Kanazawa, one of the people they encounter, lost his complement - his partner. He wanders the world alone, carrying the memories of her on his camera and in his maps, a sort of echo of the search he seems to endlessly continue. Ishii has no complement, so when her work comes crumbling down, she embraces hopelessness alone, knowing there'll be noone there for her.
Through their similarities and their differences, their unity and complementarity, highlighted primarily in the moments of separation, the narrative builds a very intimate and strong bond between Chito and Yuuri, leading us to conclude, once they do reach the top floor of the city, that they realize they weren't trying to find their place in the world afterall, but simply struggling to recognize that they already had it - beside eachother.
Until recently, I hadn't made this connection, but once it was pointed out to me it became increasingly clear that this kind of narrative is one that draws me in incredibly well. I find a lot to relate in these long, not materially difficult but extremely introspective journeys, and it probably has something to do with my own relation with my constant struggle and search for identity and belonging. It's a note to look to when creating my future work.
This is a good starting point.
25 Jun 2024
A list of all the different things that I love and that inspire me.
ㅤfilms
ㅤhowl's moving castle
ㅤmy neighbour totoro
ㅤkiki's delivery service
ㅤnausicäa of the valley of the wind
ㅤprincess mononoke
ㅤgrave of the fireflies
ㅤghost in the shell
ㅤ star wars (episodes 1-6)
ㅤmia: dawn of the deep soul
ㅤa silent voice
ㅤshows
ㅤgirls' last tour
ㅤmade in abyss
ㅤneon genesis evangelion
ㅤhourou musuko
ㅤnon-non-biyori
ㅤmushishi
ㅤsound! euphonium
ㅤarcane
ㅤsteven universe
ㅤstar wars: the clone wars
artists
tsukumizu (manga)
hayao miyazaki (film)
taeetimee (anim.)
akihito tsukushi (manga)
uru (manga)
25 Jun 2024
So, let's lay it all out.
I am shuriee. I am an artist, and I have thoughts sometimes, and I love stories and I love animating things. And I love maths and I love programming and I love languages and conlanging and music... and honestly, I love far too many things.
One of the many things I love is neocities. Ever since I came across this place, only god knows how many years ago, I've been fascinated by the kinds of things people here manage to do with their websites. Here, I saw websites that blew me away, websites that completely shattered the idea I had of what a website could or even should be. It was fascinating. Sure, there's plenty of "normal" websites (which, on their own, retain a lot of personality, and deeply inspire me), but there's also websites that I can't describe as anything other than works of art. Installations, maybe. They aren't websites you visit, they are websites you experience. They are weird, in the best, most delightful sense of the word.
Those websites inspired me, and for years, I tried to be weird and fascinating and artistic like that. I tried to make my website an experience, and live up to those I found fascinating, but everytime I tried, I gave up. Over time, it became a chore, I didn't want to follow my own rules for my own installation. It happened, if memory serves, at least three times. I had an idea, programmed the experience, and left it to rot, alone, because following the rules became too boring. The last one was was the Children's Circle, where stories were tied to images - but everytime I looked at it I felt like I either didn't have an image, or didn't have a story.
Now, I work freelance as an illustrator and animator, but that means I have a brand I need to keep. However, every now and again, I think of something outside of my brand, I think of something with a different format, or strange themes, or weird style - or at least weird for me - and make it. And then I look at it, and it looks back at me, and we both agree that it has nowhere to go. And so, some of my art ends with no closure, existing in a limbo where I feel it cannot be shared.
So... now here we are. My website is not weird or fascinating anymore, but it is going to embrace my chaos and my weirdness. From here on out, this beach is where all my weird, displaced art goes to. It won't be organized, or make sense, or have a style, or have a theme, or have a story, or have any of that. All this is going to be is a corner of the internet where I can freely share my creations, chaotic and senseless as they may be.
Now, because I'm fluid and somehow everchanging, I can't promise that this'll be how it'll stay forever. With that being said, this is how it'll stay for now, and I hope you like it that way. Thanks for joining me. Check out the chatbox, and feel free to leave a message if you like my art! ^-^