Comics is one of those mediums that you either like or don't like. Get or don't get. I love them. But I'm a visual medium whore. I draw and write and appreciate good art - specifically art that shows people moving or tells a story. Comics appeals to my kinks. I wish they didn't - have no clue what to do with the things after I buy and read them. I have five to six boxes I need to get rid of. And I thought I'd kicked the habit with my BTVS addiction, but stupid Whedon decided to write comic books and take the series to them...sigh. So I've come full circle again!
I really liked comics as a kid. Never owned them myself, but regularly devoured those belonging to friends. I still appreciate them as an art form, but they no longer seem to grab me. I recently bought the first collected volume of "Sandman" since everyone always told me that series is amongst the best "adult" comics on the market. And I thought it was just...ok. Loved some of the artwork, but not enough to consider buying the second collection. I wonder at what point I lost the love for that format? And why?
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Date: 2007-05-02 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-02 03:45 am (UTC)