Miyuu has found her true self at last. Except it just looks like an off-brand version of Tsukioka, her art teacher. As she begins to transform into something wholly unlike herself, will Miyuu be able to achieve her dreams? And are they hers to begin with?
I’ve got a stigma born of experience with series that wrap up in three volumes (in order to prove my continued pop culture bonafides I will “hilariously” call it the Three Volume Problem). But last volume of this one just killed it, so can it pull off the ending?
Happily, mostly yes. The author’s note for this one makes a lot of sense of the rhythm, in that the mangaka wanted to portray the shojo ideal of attracting people of the opposite sex mixed with the shonen ideal of failing and then becoming amazing.
Which would be almost a little boring, except the real filter on that concept is to then show somebody who is almost there, but continually messes up. Miyuu is woefully, wonderfully, depressingly human and her struggles are as sad as they are hopeful.
We see a lot of the drama with Miyuu from her mother’s point of view and in ways that humanize her a lot more than the story originally did. Miyuu’s struggling with her mental health, but she really makes some unfortunate choices here that nearly cost her so, so much.
The Tsukioka impersonation she has going on is also a recipe for disaster - Miyuu starts to succeed so much, but it’s not from anything she’s creating and more from what she’s imitating. When it finally, quietly, gets called out it is a brutally cringe moment.
This is not a neat story - it has no strictly happy ending and parts of it are actually a little heartbreaking if you’ve ever struggled in a creative space. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t end well, but if you’re expecting it all to work out, you may be surprised.
But surprising is good. There’s a reason many manga have happy endings, but I like the sentiment here and I wish it hung around a bit longer to look at its themes. There’s a lot left on the table, but what we’re served is very fulfilling.
There is a possibility for stories about art to get very navel-gazy at times, honestly, and I like that this normalizes it while still keeping the peculiarities and quirks of the modern artist.
Some of the places this goes to are quite interesting and Miyuu’s childhood flashbacks are the stuff I never find interesting, but her perspective on it and the double standards she sees really brings it to life. The sentiment about the world and art she makes toward the end is one that’ll stay with me for a bit too.
Even just leaving some parts flapping in the breeze makes sense for a story about how messy life can be. There’s meaning to it and, while it doesn’t deliver like the middle volume, it comes to a close I can happily live with.
4 stars - a solid companion to something like Blue Period that deals with the struggle more than the art and makes me hopeful that the three volume format isn’t as doomed as I think.