"Margot Ferrick makes reading a true act of synesthesia. I hear their colors, and feel rhythms in the repetition of their words and how they draw their letters. They are breaking down the boundaries of what we consider a "comic book", turning words into pictures and pictures into punctuation. It’s not just formalism—Yours has a visual poetry all it’s own, expressing on behalf of the protagonist, a desire and longing that goes right to my heart." —Lauren Weinstein, author of Being an Artist and a Mother, and Goddess of War
"There is so much love in Margot's lines. Their art is so brave! I have never seen drawing like this before." —Anna Haifisch, author of The Artist
"Their spare, crushingly meaningful choice of text is similar to the words left behind on the back of a photograph." —The Comics Journal
With Yours, the notions of art, poetry, and form collapse into one of the most singular approaches to comics in recent memory. Ferrick's intimate love letters read as both a confession and a seduction.
Chicago-based (yay!) artist Sarah Ferrick has just recently (8/17) been nominated for an Ignatz Award (yay!) for this wonderful comics collection (? Or is it all part of the same story? At any rate, it’s all linked thematically) released by the equally wonderful “experimental” comics publisher 2dcloud
who are supporting and advancing some of the very most innovative comics in the world right now. Yours is a series of four short stories, possibly autobiographical, maybe a bit like diary comics, in a way, of love and obsession and sometimes direct, sometimes veiled communication, where words become images and images become emotional states, a lovely swirl of color and confusion, just as new love/passion can be. Or is longing, more than love, the urge to connect?
“Would you help me warm up and live again?”
Here is some of her sketchbook so you can see some of her style:
“Oh, I almost wrote sex instead of sec, how embarrassing.”
The four stories have what I think is an emotional (not primarily intellectual) center, something we feel more than fully understand, more poetry than narrative. And to say it is about emotions and the play/flirtation of new relationships is not to say it is without ideas, though!
She's seeking:
“Not love but permanence.”
But then, later, decides it is both:
“Actually, still love, permanence, like I said, ha!"
As with some of the work of Blaise Larmee and Andy Burkholder, this is work about the complicated and contradictory topic of desire, of sexual attraction, and it’s all fascinating work. Since they all seem to know each other, they are engaged in an interesting conversation I’d like to see played out at some exhibition at the (Chicago) MCA or someplace like that.
“I finally know the heat that I knew was there.”
“I wish I had kissed you. . .”
But typing out the words like this doesn’t capture the way the very words are shimmering images of desire.
As my Goodreads reviewer friend Kim says, this is the “new language of comics.” Exciting work. More, more!!
Wow! this is amazing, is like you can go inside the pages, wonderful book, the ones you end up hugging but I must warn you, if you are looking to read something familiar to anything you have read before this is not the book for you.