Throughout his life Kaz felt like he had seen at least a little bit of everything, so when Yanluo had first walked into the doors of Marimo Ink, dressed in the glory that was his traditional attire, Kaz wasn't phased in the slightest. Instead it had done exactly as intended and somewhat prepared Kaz for not only the interaction but for what the God might have been wanting. Of course, Kaz could have looked at that attire and drawn something similar but it was important to the goth that his clients or soon to be clients, understood that his style has no bounds.
Kaz showed that in many more ways by inviting Yanluo here even though he knew the God wasn't looking for a tattoo. All around the shop is versions of his art and not just in the traditional tattoo sense. Other than his portfolio, there's moss creations on the walls, spray painted accent walls, and potted plants that Kaz made all the pots for. Every part of this Shop that he lovingly calls his own, has his art in it.
Though the moment Yanluo started speaking of his desires in that smooth tone he has, Kaz knew just what to show him.
"If you're up for a walk, I can show you one that's not far." Without even waiting for the proper response though he is already up and grabbing his cigs and his coat from the chair. The goth can not always be a man of many words but he was more than excited for a piece like this. He loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooves a mural. And more than that he loves a bathroom mural. Because- "You know, bathrooms are the most under thought of rooms in public places. Sure sometimes people keep the shit clean but it isn't always about just that. it's about going into a place and every inch of it looks and feels like the rest. AND Seeing beauty in a place society has deemed so unnatural and disgusting only ends up bringing peace to the disturbed. And that's my favorite kind of art." Well, a man of many words when he's passionate he guesses. As he leads the way down the block to a more secluded area, on the side of a building where no one rents, he keeps speaking. "All of that to say, I'd love to do the piece. And if you like what I'm about to show you, I'd be more than happy to do it, and am confident it's well within my skillset." He says so very confidently because he knows just how to get that exact brush method onto walls that are normally unfit to do so.
As his brain already flips through ideas as if the ripples in the flesh up there are pages of a catalog, he rounds a corner, popping a cig in his mouth and backing up only to let the wall in front of them do the talking.
A few months into being here on the island, Kaz had asked one of the building owners if he could paint the outside of this unused one. He had so much muse at the time because for once he was starting to feel comfortable somewhere. For once, the landscape in front of him looked promising.
So on the wall, the edges of it are painted as if it's see through, and at the right angle the building starts to disappear until it is nothing but the false landscape of the building. From the center of it, instead of looking like behind the building truly would, it opens up to a scape of city buildings with flowers growing out of windows and cracks in the brick; a blue sky with sun rays that wash over the whole painting so surreal like it's almost criminal that it's too cold out to feel it. The entire thing took him ages. But the amount of detail in it is insane, and says wonders to his ability to do things he has and hasn't done before.
Puffing on his cigarette he watches the ethereal God take in his work.
"I can create a mock up for the specific style you want in a few days and you can make your decision then if you are still unsure."
