Thursday, March 15, 2007

Larger Than Life #1


"The people I like best are those I don't know and who don't know me. Why? Because I can't stand myself. If I did, I'd play the same guy in all my roles. I don't even like my own company." Playboy interview, January 1969

Monday, March 12, 2007

See Ya in the Funny Pages

Fantomah

Get used to seeing the name Fletcher Hanks, as an upcoming collection of his work will be released this summer from Fantagraphics. I haven't seen much outside of what's available on the web, or the stand alone representation in Art out of Time, but I'm already quite taken by the comic (featuring a world of tense, grotesque characters framed in eye-popping primary colored jungles, both urban and wild, spartan diaglogue and severe moralizing). The blunt storytelling, fantastic settings and outrageous situations give it a wonderfully naive, fever dream quality. That's not to say I find it kitschy, quite the opposite really. There seems to be a real sense of personality behind the work, with a unique pen in hand and an unusual creativity unbound. The grave seriousness lends itself to unintentional humor, but the pay-off is in the louder, quirkier and more perverse elements of the adventure. I'm sure it will keep me indoors on many a sunny day. I'm glad Fanta has done so well for itself with the Peanuts property, allowing them to put together great, and risky, collections like this, Pogo and my personal favorite, Popeye.

Terrors of the Deep #2


From Conrad Gessner's Historiae Animalium

Eye Grimace

Monday, March 5, 2007

Terrors of the Deep #1


Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.--Tennyson

Friday, March 2, 2007