Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Last, but not least, my bi-monthly contribution to 'Shotgun Blurbs'-- Justin's column on Thirteen Minutes dedicated to creator-owned work -- went up this week. I wrote about Storm Dogs from Image Comics by creators David Hine, Doug Braithwaite, and Ulises Arreola. David Hine is a thinker. (re)Reading Storm Dogs gave me insights into how far Hine has gone to think about the setting and characters he and Braithwaite have created. He backdoors the world-building in the same ways Lucas did with 'Star Wars' with offhand mentions to past events which only further the reader's imagination.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Villalobos draws a lot of gateways, panels dedicated to doorways, entrances and exits (there's a difference). F. is forever on his way to somewhere else, in transition and impermanent -- a traveler of both time and space; this in-between-ness and emphasis on access riffs on LP's open-ended quality. When the record takes its solo, Villalobos uses three standing rectangles and turns them ever so much as allow whatever exists in that other place, the world of the record, to bleed through into this world. Like some Lovecraftian Old God's menace, pseudopodia (signals) shoot across dimensions and go from grey-green to red and then to black -- it is analog, it is messy, the message is clear: don't fuck with the messenger. You don't choose the record, the record chooses you.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
I ran the 400m in High School, the quarter mile. If I had any sort of strategy it was to work the corners like a 'crafty' veteran pitcher or a hooker. The third corner is a bear and the last corner breaks most runners and then it's an all out sprint. I'm about to turn the fourth corner on my New Mutants writing project and I can feel my body dig for the extra gear I'll need on that last straightaway.
Time is irrelevant when it comes to writing. What we write lives after us (we hope) and when it comes to the act itself, writing ain't no sprint, it's a damn marathon.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
And then it hit. I saw Filipe Andrade's art and it was like when Michael Corleone first sees Apollonia. I was struck by the thunderbolt. Cue the Cloonan clause.
If the script calls for a hero to punch a dinosaur in the face or execute a roundhouse kick on a couple of tuffs, I say go for it, add some flair, why not; these are superheroes after all, they can take it.