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Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Desert is not a setting

Contemplating the death of Jean Giraud a.k.a. Moebius a.k.a. Gir and how he said that encountering the desert in Mexico cracked open his soul...

"...An inner desert, into which each one of us must one day venture. It is a void; an empty space for solitude and testing." --Frère Ivan

"But now, in its utmost desolation, I began at last to understand its attraction. It was the awful scale of the thing, the suggestions of virginity, the fusion of pure elements from the heavens above and the earth beneath which were untrammelled and untouched by anything contrived by any human being."
    --Geoffrey Moorhouse

7 comments:

  1. You've done it again, introducing me to a fascinating artist I've never heard of! I am not generally a reader of comic books, but by ranging everywhere, you bring artists of all kinds to light.

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  2. He is interesting--I like the way he talks about inspiration and self-formation!

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  3. And his work is interesting also, quite various and imaginative. Provocative.

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  4. How come I've never hear of this artist!? Amazing, a fantastic draughtsman and profound thinker.

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  5. Robbi,

    Yes, he is fertile.

    Marja-Leena,

    I suppose because he ventured into the realms of illustration, comics, and movie design... Could that be it?

    In the "literary" world, "genre" writers often remain unknown. Maybe in the art world, those who play with graphic novel and comics are less known by artists who do not go there?

    But everything is mixing up these days...

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  6. wow, glad you posted this. I liked what Robbi said, ditto!

    so when should I ask my question. I think I have one formulating.

    susanna

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  7. Send me an email anytime, Hat Girl!

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.