Knowing a good deal when you see one is not necessary a talent of mine. In fact, I’ve grown accustomed to getting screwed over with ever increasing frequency. Too much trust perhaps, or lack of a saavy. I’m working on improving that. Anyway, when something spectacular and brilliant happens, it lights me up for quite sometime and I want to share the joy.
The other day whilst reading the paper, I saw an amazing offer for Guardian readers to purchase for themselves the latest Chris Ware creation. For those of you who don’t know about Chris Ware, have a nosey here. Note: He was born in Nebraska. Booya. Good things do come from Nebraska. (And not just Penny from the Big Bang Theory).
Another note to note: You should purchase for yourselves the box set of delightments that is ‘Building Stories’ because I tell you, it is glorious. Hard bound books, pamphlets, newspapers, small booklets of various shapes and sizes make up this collection of lives in one tenement in some big city in the states. Possibly Chicago as Mr Ware has resided there. I have only worked my way through half of the stories and I can’t help but think that Mr Ware is very aware (okay, I’ll stop now) of the complexities of lives. The backstories of those people peopling the windows and streets of all those many many flats and houses. It’s like he somehow crawled into their minds and lived their stories, captured it in illustration and writing, exposing the threads that connect us and tie us down to our surroundings. And although the illustrations of people are simple, he beautifully captures the slump of the shoulders, the stretching movement of the cat and the heavy gait of someone with the weight of the world hanging onto them.
Obviously, I am a fan. Especially of the bee going through some sort of existential dilemma.