Rosaire makes lovely experimental comics written in abstract languages for the brain to decipher.
“untranslated” is an abstract comic with asemic writing. It’s true I’m more interested in possibilities than conclusions. Is this a fault? Refining a possibility to the brink of resolution, keeping it in a state of suspension… The infinite combinations of writing and images make for a continual renewal of language.
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November 22, 2010 by Jay Babcock
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About Jay Babcock
I am an independent writer and editor based in Tucson, Arizona.
In 2023: I publish an email newsletter called LANDLINE = https://jaybabcock.substack.com
Previously: I co-founded and edited Arthur Magazine (2002-2008, 2012-13) and curated the three Arthur music festival events (Arthurfest, ArthurBall, and Arthur Nights) (2005-6). Prior to that I was a district office staffer for Congressman Henry A. Waxman, a DJ at Silver Lake pirate radio station KBLT, a copy editor at Larry Flynt Publications, an editor at Mean magazine, and a freelance journalist contributing work to LAWeekly, Mojo, Los Angeles Times, Washington Post, Vibe, Rap Pages, Grand Royal and many other print and online outlets. An extended piece I wrote on Fela Kuti was selected for the Da Capo Best Music Writing 2000 anthology. In 2006, I was somehow listed in the Music section of Los Angeles Magazine's annual "Power" issue. In 2007-8, I produced a blog called "Nature Trumps," about the L.A. River. From 2010 to 2021, I lived in rural wilderness in Joshua Tree, Ca.
wonderful abstract comic!
So let’s see… the biographer fantasizes for the asemicist:
On TG morning somebody was sitting smoking his cigar in front of the TV yukking it up watching cartoons, completely absorbed, let’s say hypnotised, when…OMG wifey-poo cooking TG dinner in the cuisine discovers spinning disasters on the stovetop, and can foresee devastating repercussions for the extended family about to arrive with starving screaming babies. TG dinner spiraling into the stratosphere!
So she yaks panicked at Mr TVman who tut-tuts reassuringly, twirling said cigar and, presto-gizmo, he turns into a yak.
Around then the family arrives, with babies in back-paks and snugglies. Yak-back greets them happily, but wifey-poo lost her head long ago. TG dinner smoking, fades quietly into the distance.
Witty and somewhat terrifying in it’s graphic energy. I thorughly enjoyed looking – and playing at decoding it in a couple of different ways
Subtext–somehow it rings true.
I’m a big fan of yours, Rosaire, and am continually surprised and delighted
by your vision.
I found myself playing with turkey images since this was posted just a few days before Thanksgiving, and the asemic writing allowed the images to remain unfolding. Thanks.