Chris Ware is pretty much the king of exquisite, heart-crunching loneliness. It's even more amazing that he does it with the simplest lines, using a format once widely dismissed as childish and escapist (comic books). I borrowed one of his sketchbooks from the AIB library and the depth of his talent and imagination and his fierce self-loathing resounded like an elephant hitting a gong in my soul...
One piece of Ware's new book, Building Stories. THE COLORS! and he even drew the crumbs... |
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