Here’s a super fun sketch of punk rock Storm by Art Baltazar of Tiny Titans fame! Thanks ever so much to David Brothers of 4th Letter and Pop Culture Shock for thinking of me when he was at the New York Comic Con! It was a great surprise to receive this piece in my comics hold box when I got back from the Faerie Gathering! Art’s work has such an effervescent pop fun feel to it! You can check out more of the sketches that Art drew for David here and here.
Cho loves to draw some nude women, but it totally makes sense for Storm to run around naked. I mean, we have Jean Grey to thank that she started wearing clothes at all! Any of you remember when Storm first joined the All-New, All-Different team of X-Men and she went skinny dipping in Professor X’s pool? If you don’t, pick up Volume One of the Essential Uncanny X-Men (re-issued last week and on sale at fine comic book shops everywhere). Anyway, Storm’s streaking earned her a psychic mind blast from Charles and he made her go visit Jean Grey to go buy clothes. I rather liked Storm when she was innocent and modesty was irrelevant.
Here’s my favorite Black Panther cover by Cho:
Newsarama’s Lisa Fortner wrote an interesting piece in which she analyzes the composition. I think some of her observations are worth thinking about. Is Storm just a supporting character to T’Challa now? Does this diminish her status as a strong X-Woman? Or does her strength of character plus his create a super couple worth rooting for? No matter your perspective, one thing’s for sure, the marriage is here to stay. Unless Storm’s a skrull.
Somebody better have written some slash about Iron Man and Captain America based on this pic and send it to me. That’s some stand off. Who blinks first?
Have you seen Cho’s idea of a hot Scarlet Witch cover? Wow. Yeah. It’s no surprise that Marvel went with this one instead. I’m all for nudity, but can we get some beefcake, too? Have to say his Ares designs were pretty off the hook. I’ve searched for a good image on the web, but this is the best I can find:
That’s Ares in civilian garb with Ms. Marvel in between him and Iron Man. Cho has done a lot work on Ms. Marvel as well. For a guy who loves drawing cabooses as much as he does, you’d think he’d realize that thongs are NOT comfortable and get a girl some coverage.
See what I mean? Jan’s not so slender anymore.
Woo! That’s a lot of T&A for this Storm Sunday. See you next week, dear reader!
So Comic Book Resources has had the trailer for the upcoming Wolverine & The X-Men cartoon up for a while and while I love it (I mean, really, really love it), I’m a bit irked at the lack of Storm promo scenes. I had to watch it frame by frame to see Angel carrying her to actually get a glimpse of her costume. At least she’s featured prominently in the team photo images, but I would’ve like to see Ororo whip up some lightning just once.
“It shall take a long-term, keenly processed, whole-world paradigm shift in our consciousness to perceive, acknowledge, and accept that all that we see, hear, smell, touch and taste are but five tiny shells on one small dune on the cosmic beach-head of Everywhere Else.” – Barry Windsor-Smith
Here’s Barry Windsor-Smith’s Storm in a great dynamic pose. You can almost feel the winds blowing around you thanks to the diagonal lines contrasting the cloud curves. Go read Lifedeath now.
I don’t think I’ve ever read a book quite like Tom Spanbauer‘s The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon. Or perhaps everything I’ve read before has led me to this book. It’s hard to say. What I’m sure of is that I want to read it all over again. Which is strange since I tend to read a book and then hungrily devour the next book in my “to read” pile. It’s also kind of funny since I picked this book up twice, read the first page and then put it back down again.
Everyone I know who has seen the copy in my possession has raved about how great it is, but they never gave me any specifics as to why they loved it. My copy was a present from a very good friend who had the great fortune to stay at the author’s home. My friend brought me back a signed copy and lauded the book’s virtues. So, when I needed a book to take with me on the plane to a Radical Faerie Gathering I snatched it up, hoping that this time I would get past the first page. I hoped that I would find some spiritual resonance with the novel once I left the mundane world for faeriedom. I don’t always need a book to pluck my spirit strings, but it’s great when they do.
Well, thanks to the conversational antics of a delightfully silly fey named Hysterica, I didn’t get any reading done on the plane to the Gathering. And no, I didn’t have a chance to read while I was camping in the woods and manifesting Beltane intentions either (No surprise there). And no, I won’t be spilling the dirt on Rad Feys and what they are and what they do and what the heck is a gathering because, 1.) that would be a whole post in and of itself and 2.) some things are best left unexplained and 3.) I don’t speak for they Faes as we have no leaders and 4.) I don’t want to right now anyway.
On the plane ride back to San Francisco (Which I almost missed due to some very important doll shopping at an antique mall which seemed like a good idea at the time) I was seated between a married couple (We’ll call them Nancy and Greg, since that is their names). I asked them why I was seated in between them and Nancy told me that she enjoys the window seat and her husband liked the aisle seat. So, I got the middle. Nancy was very friendly and we chatted about all sorts of things. Her husband was quick to put his headphones on once he realized how very very queer our conversation was going to be. And, bless her heart, poor Nancy became so inundated with my chatter that she had to stare helplessly at the passing clouds until I realized that she probably needed some alone time.
I grabbed my book and started in on that oh so familiar first page. I read it and turned the page. I kept going. I didn’t stop until the effect of drinking three cans of water made me jump across Greg to go to the restroom (That’s what you get for sitting in the aisle seat, buddy). I was hooked on The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon.
I didn’t get to finish the book on that flight and I didn’t get to read it later that night after my friend Rio and I arrived in Oakland. Both of us came down with bad colds and I ended up sleeping a lot. I’m still suffering from some major sinus pressure so I hope this review will make some sense when I’m better. If not, I hope the tangential digressions are at least fun for you, dear reader.
Last night, I was so sick of being sick and really sick of sleeping and I picked the book up again. I read it all the way through with only minimal stops to the restroom. I was driven to finish the narrative so engaged I was with the characters, situations, settings and themes. Every chapter cracked my brain and heart and spirit open in ways I didn’t and couldn’t have expected. This book is real, folks. It’s the hero’s journey a la Joseph Campbell, it’s tragedy and comedy, it’s heartwarming and heartbreaking, and it’s its own thing.
I think the reason I wasn’t able to get into it before was due to the intense power of the narrator’s voice, the unfamiliar language that immediately washed over me, and the back and forth timeline of events. You have to pay attention when you step into this world. You cannot remain a passive reader. Spanbauer tells a great story but he’s doing more than that. He’s creating something completely new in regards to how we consider story, myth and that elusive beast we call history. Most importantly, he’s weaving a spell.
What’s this spell about? Well, I’m not going to spoil the plot. I’m certainly not going to reiterate the book jacket blurbs for you. You know how to look that stuff up on Amazon. I will tell you that the magic of this book revolves around how we tell ourselves stories, how we create our lives and and what it means to be your self, regardless of who you think you are and where you think you might be from. It’s about family. It’s about truth. It’s about forgiveness, trust, and love. It’s about healing and much, much more.
Do yourself a favor and check out Tom Spanbauer’s The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon. I guarantee you’ll learn a few new things about yourself, your loved ones and the world you live in.
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