Sometimes... I get lost in other people's stories. Like they aren't stories, really, but my own memories drifting disconnected between cups of coffee. I can't exactly put a time and place on it, but i know it happened. Craig Thompson captures the imagination and triggers personal memories to attach his floating images. His artwork is hauntingly familiar. The tender moments console just as the painful ones elicit sighs and cringes.
"Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing than reality.
And one is reluctant to give it up. Fore a while, you feel like a ghost.
Not fully materialized and unable to manipulate your surroundings.
Or else it is that dream that haunts you.
You wait with promise of the next dream."
One thing a graphic novel can accomplish in a way that a well-written book cannot is a certain type of perspective; the perspective of a fading memory. Shifting images reveal the flux of concave and convex memories and their connections with the present. As time advances, the pages are fluid with their progressing dreams/expectation/fears/doubts/hopes, but when they are together, they are alone and sacred as the forest. That is the place they can always go back to.
"And the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered hush."
This is really heartwarming =)
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