The best of the week in covers had a sudden, carnal craving for a Riesen candy. Just out of nowhere. When does that happen? Breakfast time on a Friday as it turns out.
Again, so many artists attempt the stark white covers, but so few of them arrive at the right balance of negative space. Some don’t even warrant the use of so much negative space, contextually. Albuquerque makes an opus of this one though, with a stark portrait of despair. The arc of those blood-red musical notes makes all the difference.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! ::Breathe:: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! You can see up his nostrils!
Does Gorr the God Butcher look a little like Voldemort? Sure. But he’s at least 300 times scarier. Meanwhile we’ve got stirring portraits of both young Thor and Old King Thor (with his good eye). A fittingly dramatic collage for a bombastic saga.
Kind of an Escher meets Monsters Inc. thing going on here. I dig Sook’s art nouveau approach to color and line. The deep background begs for a little something though.
When I got home with this one I considered rolling it up like a scroll and tucking it through the loop on the railing like a proper menu. Instead I just hurried inside and read the thing. Impossible not to smile ear-to-ear at Graham’s playful sensibility.
Remember when I was griping about white space earlier? This is what I think should be happening instead. Just an evocative depiction of isolation and the scope of loss, or of possibility, or of conflict, or of all of the above.