Comixpedia had a link up to a documentary on webcomics called “Adventures Into Digital Comics,” and the trailer for it is also an adventure, and informative as well, because now I know who keeps trying to buy weed from me at the San Diego Comic Con:
In the comic we insinuate ourselves into the documentary, into those marble corridors of artistic legitimacy where we could never find purchase. I wasn’t aware that comic creators were still running for their lives with some imagined “The Man” hounding them, hot to crimp their innovative, illegible noble failures lest “the people” catch wind of the revolution. In 2005, I guess I thought we were kind of done with these adolescent tantrums.
Every time I see some book or video purporting to represent “our scene” it’s a Goddamn cavalcade of Scott McCloud acolytes singing one Goddamn note. Scott McCloud’s great contribution? He championed a bold new high-tech way for artists to be poor. He seems like a good guy, but the man pumps out these starry eyed sycophants who rattle on and on about the Age of Goddamn (Digital Comics) Aquarius. Without the tyrannical constraints of “strips” or “panels,” they can now make a comic as vast as their galloping egos. Everyone has always been able to make “challenging” incoherent art that no-one cared about. And now, with the Internet, more people can not care about it than ever.
We’re up to our asses in impractical manifestos that don’t get anybody anywhere. I can’t imagine why we’d need another one.
please look away