Blast is a work out standards in many respects, like its obese hero whose description adorns the cover of this first volume: Grasse carcass.
It's confessional story of a man exhausted by the demands of a society that, beyond the search for a freedom that it acquires very quickly after leaving the city, goes in search of release: Blast. One issue, its own physical weight and sclerosing heaviness of civilization, which leads out of the factory smoke that decorate the pavement. Leaning against the evils and diseases in our society, the big sick body contains within it all the gravity well wrapped the world in a darkness opposite its caricature appearance. Above, we see that, while playing records on the edge of stereotype (setting own scene detective genre, characters appearance and caricatured character, hero marginalized in prose poet ... ), the author refuses to ease and rushes into the shade: "You should know better than anyone that nothing is whole, without nuance ..." said the hero. With silence and contemplation that gives us Larcenet, job after job, solitary wanderings of a hero to the poetic and mysterious subtle, elusive behind his extreme physical consistency. He takes his time, not only delivers its secrets dropper with a contemplative slowness that invites introspection, the tranquility, as if to make us absorb the blackness of his tour.
A heavy Creeper rendered beautifully by a delicate and complex trait whose fragility subtly consistent, amazingly power, recalls the famous American illustrator John Cuneo. The depth, seriousness, melancholy, strong, offensive, mysterious and nuanced reflected in these bunk wash, ink, black pen and colored pencils explosive. Emanates an unsettling consistency, lurking in the absorbing black inked shadows, striking continually.
The spiritual, body, nature, (a) normal, dissatisfaction, the city, addiction, deprivation, suffering ... My personal impression is that this graphic work touches something essential in our contemporary societies. Far from the self-destructive nihilism caricature of some stories to the post-modern trend, Blast cleverly reflects the filthy weight of our world, its dark, repressed, denied, whose spirit haunts our existence unveiled its indelible blackness.