by Nathon Jurevicius, published by Koyama Press
I don’t take drugs, never needed to, I read comics. Occasionally I’ll re-read The Invisibles and my facebook statuses will start to look like I’m channeling Hunter S. Thompson on a bender.
Junction makes me feel like I’m taking part in a slow motion Kama Dahanam, the Indian Festival of Colour.
The story is a step by step account by a young character who goes through an annual ritual every year to change his appearance. You don’t know whether what’s going on is natural or part of some magic spell or mad science experiment, it doesn’t matter because Junction is more about simple communication through an artistic aggregate than traditional story telling.
It also makes me type like an absolute ponce.
The art is pastoral and surreal. Imagine a big, fluffy, rainbow coloured beach towel, fresh out the tumble dryer and smelling vaguely of jasmine, inside a lava lamp, covered in vegetables. The shapes and forms are so detailed and evocative it creates a totally immersive atmosphere that despite having no back history or basis in reality feels like a fully realized world.
The writing is simple and matter of fact, this juxtaposition with the art grounds the story and makes it easier to digest. By sprinkling anecdotal snippets into the narrative it not only helps shape the world the comic takes place in but anchors the reader to the protagonist.
Beautiful and clever I can’t wait to review something that doesn’t make me sound like a wanker.