Sunday, 20 March 2016

The Venice Chronicles

I've just been on another 'graphic novel' adventure. With the library closing, I thought I'd max out my card on this expensive and risky literary form ... and I hit jackpot!  I chose The Venice Chronicles by Enrico Casarosa because I liked the illustration style on the cover.  And for pages 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 ... I wasn't sure.  It was a rambling without narrative, directionless internal monologue with out a strong sense of place or character.
And then, before I knew it, I'd slipped into it.  Into this fabulous form of drawing a personal diary - not just a diary of what he did from day to day, but a diary of past, present (and future?!), and a diary, like any interesting diary, of personal reflections, self-analysis, existentialism and wondering.  The power and skill of creating this visually blew my mind.  And, as an artist, it was of course a sketchbook too - random tangents into an obsession with small Italian cars, for example.

And then ... just to keep me on my toes, he went virtual.  He sent me to and now I just have to insist on my family all doing a sketchcrawl one day.  And he showed me a video, and opened up the whole of his creative world.

So now I want to go to Venice.  And keep a visual journal.