In these pages, he pours out a virtual catalog of his visual ideas, from scratchy pen-and-ink linework, to diagrammatic two-color layouts, to rich explosions of his vibrant painting, to photographic collages. For McKean, the actual look of each page is a key component in telling the story. Each page crackles with energy and passion, even if the drawings just show a few talking heads having a conversation. Cages has ten chapters.
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Shelves: graphic-novels , fantasy , recommended-by-friends , speechless-upon-finishing Wow. Dave McKean, you need to do more solo work, because this was spectacular. As an artist, McKean has a keen no pun intended eye for composition and a skilled hand for form; every page is beautifully crafted and stylistically evocative, seamlessly blending a number of techniques, materials, and moods to tell an intricate visual story.
His linework strikes a difficult and haunting balance between fine weightlessness and heavy schizophrenic uncertainty, while his broader brush strokes serve Wow.
His linework strikes a difficult and haunting balance between fine weightlessness and heavy schizophrenic uncertainty, while his broader brush strokes serve alternately to lighten, to darken, to evoke a sense of blank canvas, to suffocate, to give motion to the lines, and so on. I really could go on forever talking about the art in this book, and forever and a day talking about how perfectly the art amplifies the story and each individual character within.
But my words would fall short of how stunning it is to feast your brain on, so you should probably just feed it to your own brain instead of listening to me. As a writer, he is perhaps a touch over-explicit. The story-within-a-story motif is pushed to its limits, creating an onion of narrative that echoes and adds to itself with every layer, often switching between layers like orchestral threads And I think I do want to argue that, now that I think about it.
The book is ostensibly about God and creation, but I think reading too literally into that idea would be a misguided attribution, and scientists and atheists and other godless types should not shy away as a result.
What McKean has created is, I think, a universally appreciable hymn to the intricate mess that is humanity and the impossibly recursive ways that our serendipitously meta-capable minds are equipped for thinking about it.
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