His chin rests in the crook of his left arm while his left hand fingers the hair on the side of his head. His right hand rests on the table with a cigarette smoldering between his knuckles. The table is practically buried under dozens of paintbrushes, pencils, and artistic tools. The entire wall behind him is covered by a mural he seems to have just completed. It looks like a busy highway after a strafing.
Vehicular wreckage is everywhere and people are dashing about in a panic.
The artist's large, innocent eyes are turned up toward the camera beneath his bushy brows. Look at me, his expression says. I'm Imperialistic Japan. The only one whose photo didn't fit this pattern was Kuribara, the pencil-sketch artist. He is shown in the field, standing with a large sketch pad balanced on one arm as he draws a row of three soldiers who are seated on the ground in front of him.