Since I don't want my LJ to get too involved in school-related stuff (which probably only two people here would be interested in), I'll instead talk about what I've been reading lately--wait--what's thisomg-homework-sucks-group-drama-pain-in-the-ass-getting-around-school--whoo. Sorry about that. Just had to get it out of my system.


So. Lately, I've been reading the five graphic novels collecting the series Promethea, written by Alan Moore (who most of you mainstream folk may recognize as the guy who wrote the V for Vendetta graphic novel) and illustrated by J.H. Williams III. The comic consists of college student Sophie Bangs, who stumbles upon the continuing myth of Promethea, a goddess-like figure of the imagination who possesses people if they feel inspired to write about her or illustrate her. From there, Sophie embarks on a psychedelic/philosophical/religious/spiritual adventure through the Immateria (the land of dreams/imagination) and the different spheres of Kabbalah, where she discovers that she'll be presiding over the imminent apocalypse.

Where to begin with this series. Yes, it has its moments of preciousness and pretentiousness.
At times (in fact, very often) it's a bad acid trip transcribed onto paper.

But that doesn't demean the sheer ambitiousness and experimentation seen throughout the series. I don't think I've ever seen such an entertaining, riveting, and unsettling deconstruction of the sequential medium.



Add the fact that the book's philosophical content is totally up my alley, and you've got a winner here. I challenge anyone who thinks the comics medium is "kids stuff" or "indulgent" T&A to give this book a shot. It's inspired me as an artist and as a creator, and each chapter has managed to blow my mind in some new and exciting way. So, if you'll excuse me, I'll go meet my impending catatonia from the sheer awesomeness. Go read Promethea.