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A bit late for Bionicle day but here's my bonklesona, wearing a beautiful custom mask by @0m3g4skanohiforge 💕💕💕
His name is Taketa, he's art pals with Hafu. I'm unsure if pink even exists in the Matoran universe, so Taketa might've mixed the colour himself to paint his mask, making him truly one of the greats.
Nuparu the builder of Boxor, Hafu the sculptor of the Path of Prophecies, Taketa the creator of a pigment that no one uses.
Bertrand, Jakub Judi, Laird, Lu-Bo Monte, Taketa
I don't know if I like the full art or the ones in the frames better for the art show. I also got down the list for the next 11 that I'm doing. Sketches soonish.
Kitsune in Taketa, Oita by zawachin_32
Lamune Onsen, Taketa, prefectura de Oita. Terunobu Fujimori, 2005
Local plant addict becoming one with the flower 🌼🌼
Aujourd’hui, je suis arrivé aux ruines du château d’Oka, à Taketa, dans la préfecture d’Ōita, en fin de journée, à peine trente minutes avant la fermeture. Le temps était compté, mais la lumière, elle, semblait décidée à me faire un cadeau. J’ai parcouru l’ensemble des ruines, des remparts aux terrasses, porté par un calme presque irréel.
À mesure que le soleil déclinait, les pierres se sont teintées d’or. Puis est venu ce coucher de soleil, presque miraculeux. Un de ceux qu’on n’attend pas, mais qui s’imposent. La lumière rasante a embrasé les momiji, les rendant encore plus rayonnants, comme si l’automne avait retenu son souffle pour ce dernier éclat.
Face à la vallée, j’ai laissé le jour s’éteindre lentement. À cet instant, le château n’était plus une ruine, mais un témoin silencieux d’un moment rare, suspendu entre ciel, montagne et mémoire.