At the edge of a magical wood, a little girl named Canopy grows up with her family. When she is grown her mother makes her venture into the dark forest on her own, where she encounters a loving ogre, sirens, and a man without a face... all while trying to discover herself and grow into a woman.
Interspersed with stories of her relationship with her father, Canopy is a fantastic fable told with Karine Bernadou's amazing cartoon pantomime style.
My first encounter with the work of Karine Bernadou, an eighty-page wordless comic that is about a girl growing up to be a woman, focused on her relationships with men. The relationships are seen as a series of related vignettes; most of them feature bad or confusing encounters. From time to time the stories return to her relationship with her father, whom she loved, but men seem to manipulate her, use her, dominate her. Occasionally these relationships are for her interesting and good, but not usually. I like the simple art and the wordlessness of it, making a statement more about men than women, really. Very interesting and provocative work.
дивний невеличкий комікс про дівчину, яка дорослішає й опиняється сама у великому світі, де її як не зжерти хочуть, то пограбувати. але поки в неї є сукенка, зроблена з неба, і важкі предмети, за допомогою яких можна відстоювати особистий простір, не так все й погано.
Bizarre but also weird (yeah). Metaphoric n allegorical but makes damn sense. It tells so much without a single word. You can't say it's just daddy issues. As in every family there is mommy issues too. Like how her mother 'abandoned her in the life' that called 'u r an adult now'. So it's not just also mommy issues. It's adulthood issues, childhood issues, trust issues, living issues, female issues, sex issues, relationship issues... It's sad. So sad. Not tear-dropper sad but what-the-fuck sad.
I loved the artwork. Bold, raw. solid. The greatest combination ever black & white and red which is the nicest shade of.
A engaging and surreal short narrative that is all about the situation and role of women in our culture. I hadn't been familiar with Bernadou's work before this, but now I want to seek out more of her art. This is exactly the kind of comic that Big Planet/Retrofit does best!
Beautiful wordless comics about a naked woman in a magical forest dealing with daddy issues. When people talk about comics as poetry, this is the kind of thing they mean.
Titulo: Canopy Autor: Karine Bernadou Año publicado: 2011 Motivo de lectura: - Lectura / Relectura: Lectura Fisico / Electronico: Electronico Mi edicion: - Idioma: (No tiene dialogo) Puntuacion: 3/5
Esta es una novela grafica bastante compleja de reseñar.
Creo que el principal motivo es por sus infinitas capas de posibles interpretaciones y simbologias. Por momentos podria ser una alegoria a la mujer y su rol en la sociedad/cultura. Por momentos todo parece muy surrealista y enteramente relacionado con lo instintivo/basico, con el sentimiento de la primera reaccion.
Una de las cosas que mas me gusto es el nulo dialogo, siempre pienso que se dice mas en el silencio que en las palabras expresadas (sobre todo cuando la persona que recepciona las palabras le da su propio significado, haciendo perder al emisor su verdadera intencion, algo asi como "lo que se pierde en una traduccion"). Tambien siento que esta novela grafica tiene dos protagonista, la mujer que vemos a traves de las paginas, y nosotros mismos. Estoy segura que cada persona le daria una interpretacion distinta a lo leido. Canopy es la protagonista, y nosotros somos la trama a traves de nuestra interpretacion.
Tambien diria que por momentos fue una lectura incomoda, supongo que tendra que ver con la incertidumbre de no saber que le deparaba a la protagonista.
Karine Bernadou trabajo esta novela grafica con solo cuatro colores, y siento que fue una decision muy acertada. Una obra asi no necesita la distraccion que una paleta de muchos colores le hubiera dado.
An ever-shifting allegory for female maturity, CANOPY rustles the leaves and out drops a naked young person full of naivete and curiously lacking in self-discernment.
The subsequent exhibition of innocence lost, however, is as caustic as one might assume for a book of this fashion: wordless and absent moralistic overtones, and featuring characters that bend toward nihilism and incest. The story of CANOPY belongs in a gallery for modern art, not necessarily in a softcover book.
In any case, the story told here concerns a young woman ushered into the wild after her mother's milk runs dry. The mother shrugs her shoulders, blindfolds her daughter, and takes her by the hand, ultimately leaving her in the middle of a dark, anonymous forest of sharp-beaked blackbirds, sunflowers with stubble, and a random, flute-wielding fellow.
The young woman? She fends for herself, mostly. She eats, sleeps, and fornicates as adults are wont to do. Life goes on. What remains of her weary heart, in-between these episodes of nascent maturity, are raucous memories of violence, tears, and abandonment. The young woman's absentee father features prominently among these memories, and often in dramatically conflicting ways.
Happiness and sadness, it seems, are two sides of the same coin.
CANOPY models the survival of the woman character against an environment indifferent to her independence. The environment does not care if she starves, does not care if she is uncomfortable, and will, at times, test her individuality by stealing her identity right from under her nose. She must fight to regain (and preserve) her identity at every turn, because the surrounding environment, again, is wholly indifferent to her suffering.
Bernadou's art isn't conducive to sequential storytelling. It does, however, tell a story. But with no textual narrative to guide the reader into and through the emotional deliberations (or misconduct) of the nameless woman character, CANOPY swings about blindly, hoping the barren, twiggy forest, with its giant insects and cannibalistic neighbors will strike the right cord with little to no effort.
A beautiful, little twisted, sometimes violent, yet quite poetic allegorical acid trip about a woman’s various relationships with men/herself. In nude cartoons. I think it’s...brilliant.