FINAL.psd: a stanford storyboard club anthology

“I could feel that I could always do the same brush strokes again and again and do
the minor adjustments at the same time.”
“Isn’t that good? You can perfect your art in no time.”
“What is the point of doing that! People appreciate a piece of work that is not just
beautiful but also hard to make!”
“You mean you value the effort put into the work?”
“Yeah. If I can perfect the same piece in no time, why do it? Someone else can do it
in no time.”
“But effort isn’t everything. You’re over relying on your bio body.”
“I can’t just paint some random image and hope it to be a masterpiece.”
“Sure, but you can also be more creative and go with the transfer.”
“Easier said than done.”
“True, but do the curators actually care about that?”
“Yes. the curator even wrote ‘made using a bio body’ on the picture description.”
“Was that piece called again? The universe something?” Kyle asked.
“The Universe on a Drop of Water,” Blake said enthusiastically. It was his seventh
piece he ever drew in his current body, and the first to be featured in the ART magazine
with his photo at large in the center with the title “Blake Williams: The Art Without
Aid.” He remembered every single word of the article that praised his ability to work
with a pure bio body without any digital aid.
“I’ve heard a lot about it, but are you sure people liked it just because it was made
with a bio body?” said Kyle.
“They said it in the magazine. There are only 20 more artists using bio bodies.
Critics are excited to see good works made with bio bodies.”
“I think bio bodies are just too impractical. That’s why there’s only 20 artists left.”
“If I transfer to that hybrid body, my art will be pointless.”
“Okay, okay. But your body isn’t gonna hold any longer.”
The door opened as the waitress came to collect their plates. Blake could not take
his eyes off the chip embedded on her hand.
I’m not gonna have that fucking hybrid body, he thought.
“Would you like any dessert?” said the waitress as she handed the dessert menu.
“I’ll take the daifuku box. Wanna share?” said Kyle as he turned to look at Blake.
Blake didn’t object.
Kyle chuckled. “You never say no to that do you?”
The waitress collected the menu, and soon came back with a black wooden box
decorated in gold dragon patterns. Inside were nine colorful daifukus arranged in a
square.
“So. What are you gonna do?” said Kyle as he picked one daifuku from the box.
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