Scooping up piles of dust, living off its own for the past few months, there remains a faint fuzz on the top layer of the surface. For comparative measure, a lonely ten cent piece feels all too small against the collection.
Creepy Nixon looking nun appears to be something for later on. Clear lines wither for the simple story of quite monstrous mechanics. Not much to distract. all the attention going straight up to the story.
A vengeful crab and a monk face off with the crustacean hell bent on exacting his festering hate and justice on the bald one. Seems like there is no better indication on the style and voice of this comic. The ensuing battle, following the requisite reasoning and flashback, is ludicrous and hilarious. Debates on voting, the mixing of cultural influences on fighting and a seafood buffet continues to keep this one as an interesting scratch.
Beyond the absolute beauty of the actual layout of the pages, the notion of identity and the discovery of self perpetrates the pages and the essence of the issue. Catching all of the lines in the right sequence isn't too hard a task. There are times when orientation is a little off and snippets find themselves standing arms akimbo waiting to be read before the next page is turn. It's a clear mess that only deepens with art the longer the stare.
Monday, 16 January 2006 - 16:19
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