Intersect #1
An intersection of many things, none of which really add up to a whole.
Writer/Artist: Ray Fawkes
Publisher: Image
Here's what I can tell you about the plot of Intersect: Select people, through some means which is never explained, share bodies. It snows blood outside. Some of these people, capable of change, are either trying to stop the changing or some outside party is trying to stop them. That outside party takes the form of a dog-wolf-demon thing chasing them. That's all I know, that's all I got out of it. I loved it and hated it.
The story, free form prose in a way, is both there and not there. Artistic, bold and loose, there are moments of terrifyingly taunt suspense and horror and others where I had no idea what was going on. This applies to both the dialogue and the narration floating throughout the book. This isn't really a comic in a way, it's an experiment, a playing around with both word and art in a way that creates these evocative pages without really communicating at all. Less comic as we know it, and more a fluidly connected stream of consciousness art. Would this work better as images on a gallery wall? I almost think so.
The colors are vibrant, melty, fluid but ultimatley transparent too. Fawkes uses beautiful watercolor almost exclusivley throughout the book but there are no real leading lines, no strong divisions of image, place, time or thought. The colors aren't dark or drastic enough to differentiate themselves and everything meets somewhere in the middle of muddled and striking.
This isn't a review and this isn't really a comic you've ever seen something like before. I don't know how to be objective about this honestly. Ignore the score at the bottom of this page, it means nothing. It's either for you, or it isn't. It's avant garde, daring and haunting but also broken, weightless and flighty. It's up to you to decide.
Writer/Artist: Ray Fawkes
Publisher: Image
Here's what I can tell you about the plot of Intersect: Select people, through some means which is never explained, share bodies. It snows blood outside. Some of these people, capable of change, are either trying to stop the changing or some outside party is trying to stop them. That outside party takes the form of a dog-wolf-demon thing chasing them. That's all I know, that's all I got out of it. I loved it and hated it.
The story, free form prose in a way, is both there and not there. Artistic, bold and loose, there are moments of terrifyingly taunt suspense and horror and others where I had no idea what was going on. This applies to both the dialogue and the narration floating throughout the book. This isn't really a comic in a way, it's an experiment, a playing around with both word and art in a way that creates these evocative pages without really communicating at all. Less comic as we know it, and more a fluidly connected stream of consciousness art. Would this work better as images on a gallery wall? I almost think so.
The colors are vibrant, melty, fluid but ultimatley transparent too. Fawkes uses beautiful watercolor almost exclusivley throughout the book but there are no real leading lines, no strong divisions of image, place, time or thought. The colors aren't dark or drastic enough to differentiate themselves and everything meets somewhere in the middle of muddled and striking.
This isn't a review and this isn't really a comic you've ever seen something like before. I don't know how to be objective about this honestly. Ignore the score at the bottom of this page, it means nothing. It's either for you, or it isn't. It's avant garde, daring and haunting but also broken, weightless and flighty. It's up to you to decide.
A Look Inside
