Hibikime
I am not a big fan of Normal Monster artwork from Metal Raiders and on back. Certain backgrounds and color schemes were unnecessarily overused and some pictures seemed forcibly drawn to fit their titles. Yet
Hibikime, while still somewhat following that thematic, strikes me like no other Normal Monster. One cannot tell exactly what to make of this fragile looking creature. On the one hand, she looks innocuous with her frail arms and pale complexion. You cannot tell if she is playing the large musical note in her hand or if she is simply cradling it like a beloved memoir. On the other hand, she seems to be half smiling, aware and yet cautious of your presence. Her eyes are shaded, tired, but your certain she sees you. It is said that she
"confuses enemy monsters with a noise that is harsh to the ears." I can't help but wonder if the sound she makes is from her own throat or from the large musical note resting across her shoulder. Is it a large musical instrument, or does the scythed end of that note signify it is less innocuous then its bearer? Half music and half sickle, I'm inclined to believe that's the reason she clutches the note so tightly. As if her life, and yours, depended on her next actions with it. The tension wrinkles on her thin, free flowing gown are reminiscent of Burne Hogarth's style of wrinkles and drapery when he denotes a cloth's repeated use and wear. She looks as if she's worn this gown often and cares little for personal appearance. She only cares about the Sickle/Note that protects her from the strange world she must live in. She has a distinct prettiness about her, like a former musician, still dressed in the evening gown she wore the night she was thrust into this bizarre new world. So the closer I examine this picture, the more I begin to actually pity the character. She seems guarded, almost afraid of loosing the one thing that puts her on even footing with the bizarre creatures of this world. Her only line of defense is her ability to confuse the enemy monsters of the world she inhabits, but will never be as powerful as they are. So she must clutch on to her defensive weapon and stay ever alert, perhaps seldom sleeping, forever guarded from the creatures of the day and the night, performing a song of life and death for an audience that will never appreciate her, only try to kill her.