Her art has an interesting contrast of sharp facial angles and choppy hair with long and smooth bodies.
But it's the psychology of both this concluding piece and the original, Dear Myself, that gets my fascination. When Diago finally finds happiness with Hiro, he can't stand to let him out of his sight, due to his deep trauma of the last person he loved never coming back. . .There were a few scenes of him suffering from his own thoughts that I found poetic and heart wrenching. And Hiro's fear deals with his memories, or lack thereof.
I applaud Eiki-sensei in accomplishing this feeling from me multiple times (The Art of Loving! gasp!) even though I don't go gah-gah over her art style. That is talent: To evoke feelings in a reader, even a read that isn't particularly drawn to the art. There was something about her words, her series of events and the eyes that made me connect.
Fear can powerfully twist love into something that pushes us away from happiness. There were a few personal 'truths' that I could relate too in this story by Eiki-sensei, and she did an excellent job at weaving her loose and sketchy and elongated style around thoughtfully delivered words. A lot of the wisdom, came from two likeable women in the story!
I found it believable. And it made me think, who is anybody else to say what is 'right' for a relationship or 'healthy?' This story subtly addresses this issue.