Hayao Miyazaki, making fans hungry since 1968.
More like making Setsuko really hungry. Am I right?
I realize that today marks 19 years since my mother died. At 5 am on this date, I watched her breath her last breath. I owe her so much in terms of her artistic influence on me, and her constant efforts to keep me down a positive and constructive road, and head space. Her just letting me quietly draw or make things, in the middle of other environments that I didn’t understand or relate to or want to interact with. As an odd kid, I must have been such a challenge at times, but I think her optimism and mantra of being “constructive” sunk in over time. In retrospect I see so much of what I was going through as a child and in college during her passing encrypted into the pages of Kabuki.My first KABUKI volume. I made it in college as my senior thesis in Literature. Such a learning experience. I felt like I was making improvements and learning in jumps with each issue. I felt like by the final issue, I was really hitting my stride… and this issue felt so good as a story arc, as the entire series was paying off in that last issue and the story revealed itself. This story, and this final issue holds a lot of nostalgia for me. My mother had died in the making of the book. During the early parts of making it, I was drawing at her bedside as she was dying. I began working on it in January 1993 when I was 20 yrs old, and soon finished collage with this book. A very transitional time for me, in addition to my foray into comics as a professional, and such an amazing response from readers with each issue. I want to say a big thanks to my readers out there. You are really amazing. Thank you for connecting to my work, and thank you for reading my books so that I can continue to make these stories.
"The rain is horizontal now".
A page from the final chapter of KABUKI volume 1.
"Dune" artwork by John Schoenherr
The Art of Neon Genesis Evangelion, Page 65 (Draft)
Time Bandits (1981) Terry Gilliam
God isn’t interested in technology. He cares nothing for the microchip or the silicon revolution. Look how he spends his time, forty-three species of parrots! Nipples for men!
Slugs! HE created slugs! They can’t hear. They can’t speak.
They can’t operate machinery. Are we not in the hands of a lunatic?
If I were creating the world I wouldn’t mess about with butterflies and daffodils. I would have started with lasers, eight o’clock, Day One!
Dios no esta interesado en tecnología. No esta interesado en los microchips o la revolución del silicio. Miren como malgasta su tiempo, cuarenta y tres especies de loros! Pezones en los hombres! Babosas!!! EL creo las babosas!!! No pueden escuchar. No pueden hablar. No pueden operar maquinaria. ¿No estamos acaso en manos de un lunatico?
Si fuese yo creando el mundo no perderia el tiempo con mariposas o narcisos. Habria empezado con lasers, a las ocho en punto, del primer día!
time bandits holds a v special place in my heart~~