I’m not the comic reader I once was. Back when I was in my early double-digit years, I read LOTS of comics. I BREATHED comics. Somewhere along the way I lost interest in a lot of it. This remained the norm until just a few years ago when I started working with a guy that worked part time in the comic industry. He and I have both moved on to other things, but what I learned from him has stuck. Comics are not just for kids. As a matter of fact, even the comics enjoyed by kids often aren’t for kids.
For quite a long time, the art in comics that I was familiar with was the big-breasted women in tight clothes kind. It was kind of uninteresting as art went, but it was fun to look at. Thankfully either the trends have changed or I’ve discovered something more visually interesting and valuable. I suspect it’s a little of both. Now, it seems, some comic art represents both the beautiful and the ugly. Things aren’t always as pretty as those smooth lines and huge breasts would suggest.
That leads me to the title, Freakangels. I’ve started reading this comic weekly and I rather enjoy it. Right now it’s in a bit of a slower, explanation-heavy part, but the story is compelling enough for me that I will gladly await the return of the regular story. Here’s a cropped capture, held as exhibit A. (This is the point at which I proclaim my right to fair use in hopes that Warren Ellis and Paul Duffield won’t sue the bejeezus out of me.)
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