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You may have noticed I'm not reading Jon Sable anymore, despite my liking of the series. I just needed to do some different things, which I'm kind of blaming on the quarantine, and kind of blaming on my ADHD.
Moebius plays a background role in my comics education, much the same way that Heavy Metal (his primary vehicle in North America) does. I, of course, have always been aware of Giraud's work, but my preference for the mainstream, and for superheroes, has always kept me from getting into his stuff. Which, I suppose, is why I started this project to begin with. That said, science fiction comics have never really been a thing I enjoyed. Or rather, have never been a thing I enjoyed as much as some other things. It's weird, because as a genre I quite like science fiction - I just often find that there's not quite as much of a spiritual dimension to such stories, or not in the way that I like to see/read a spiritual dimension, anyway. For me I think that's why superhero stuff works so nicely - it meshes the magical and the scientific into a pretty good amalgam, which is also how I try to order my brain.
Today's comic is a bit of a mishmash. In order to spread the one complete story out over a few issues, we get a scant amount of the primary tale, "The Man from [the] Ciguri." Everything else is stuff from Moebius' sketch book, or from abandoned projects, which is interesting for the collector of Giraud's work, but not necessarily for the casual reader. I do like the "Arzach Jams," in which another artist takes some of the sketchbook work and fleshes it out into a proper story. William Stout's work in today's issue pays homage to Moebius without totally ripping him off. It's quite a lovely piece.
Isolation life is weird. My schedule is becoming non-existent, as there's nothing pulling on my time. I'm still writing for CBR in order to make a bit of money, and I'm still taking care of the house, but there's no sense of urgency to any of these things. Right now, though it's not an ideal circumstance, I seem to have time. Now I just have to get off my ass and fill it with all the things I want to do when I don't have any.
More to follow.
Moebius plays a background role in my comics education, much the same way that Heavy Metal (his primary vehicle in North America) does. I, of course, have always been aware of Giraud's work, but my preference for the mainstream, and for superheroes, has always kept me from getting into his stuff. Which, I suppose, is why I started this project to begin with. That said, science fiction comics have never really been a thing I enjoyed. Or rather, have never been a thing I enjoyed as much as some other things. It's weird, because as a genre I quite like science fiction - I just often find that there's not quite as much of a spiritual dimension to such stories, or not in the way that I like to see/read a spiritual dimension, anyway. For me I think that's why superhero stuff works so nicely - it meshes the magical and the scientific into a pretty good amalgam, which is also how I try to order my brain.
Today's comic is a bit of a mishmash. In order to spread the one complete story out over a few issues, we get a scant amount of the primary tale, "The Man from [the] Ciguri." Everything else is stuff from Moebius' sketch book, or from abandoned projects, which is interesting for the collector of Giraud's work, but not necessarily for the casual reader. I do like the "Arzach Jams," in which another artist takes some of the sketchbook work and fleshes it out into a proper story. William Stout's work in today's issue pays homage to Moebius without totally ripping him off. It's quite a lovely piece.
Isolation life is weird. My schedule is becoming non-existent, as there's nothing pulling on my time. I'm still writing for CBR in order to make a bit of money, and I'm still taking care of the house, but there's no sense of urgency to any of these things. Right now, though it's not an ideal circumstance, I seem to have time. Now I just have to get off my ass and fill it with all the things I want to do when I don't have any.
More to follow.
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