La palabra y la forma / Juguetes imposibles



I spent New Year’s Eve in Key Biscayne. And it was the worst December 31st of my life. I was working at the Ritz Carlton in 2006-2007. My job consisted basically in carrying the silverware and the dishes and the glasses from one storage room to the other, and then to the ballroom or any other area of the hotel where they were needed. Sounds easy, but every time I had to put dishes or whatever it was in the trolley it meant I had to lift the damn things and then place them inside of the trolley. And the hotel has the heaviest porcelain you could think of, and the most delicate china too (broke a few things here and there).

My drawing (final version) / mi dibujo (versión final)

At the end of the day my back was killing me, my shoulders and my arms were about to quit, and every muscle in my hand was in pain, and the feet, I couldn’t wait to take my shoes off. I was in charge of the silverware room once, which is a room where they store all the expensive silver forks and knives and stuff (by the way, I hate silver as a metal, it weighs a ton, it was impossible to lift that). I worked for three weeks and then I got my first paycheck and that’s when I said to myself “I didn’t sign up for this”. I was supposed to make 10 bucks an hour, and my first paycheck was for my first fourteen days of work, and the amount was supposed to be 825 bucks. Then came the FICA tax, the state tax and the eight thousands taxes and withholdings and all that crap and in the end I was left with 385 bucks. That was the draw that broke the camel’s back. And so I quit and I returned Lima, and in the plane I watched Little Miss Sunshine which made me cry for a lot of reasons, but that’s a story for another time.

Oh, by the way, I finally finished my drawing / homage to Durero, I fully inked it with a nib and Chinese ink.
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Juguetes imposibles


El miércoles en la noche se inauguró la muestra colectiva “La palabra y la forma” en la Galería Yvonne Sanguineti, que reunía el trabajo de destacadas artistas limeñas: Carolina Bazo, Olga Lamas, Rosa Tomatis, Jessica Schneider, Silvana Pestana y Patricia Eyzaguirre (que también tuvo una muestra individual en la misma galería hace unos meses). Con propuestas diversas pero finamente imbricadas por una sensibilidad femenina, cada cuadro aporta algo novedoso al conjunto. La muestra fue un éxito absoluto, la galería se llenó y hubo visitantes como Gerardo Chávez y Lucía de la Puente, que comentó que estaba a ‘walking distance’ de Yvonne Sanguineti. Mientras tomaba vino tinto saludé a Julio Garay, grabador, Alejandro Romaní, artista, y a Ramiro Llona y Meritxell Thorndike.

El jueves en la noche se inauguró la muestra “Juguetes imposibles” de José Carlos Vargas en Dédalo, una divertida y simpatiquísima propuesta, sumamente lúdica, que recrea personajes del imaginario colectivo peruano y los transforma en juguetes, en figuras de acción. Saludé a María Elena Fernández y a Eduardo Lores (que me tomó una foto que, supongo, estará ahora en la página de Facebook de Dédalo). Allí me encontré con el poeta Walter Espinoza y Guido Cuadros, un amigo suyo experto en cómics. Nos quedamos conversando mientras yo seguía y seguía tomando chilcanos y después pisco puro. Le entregué a Guido Cuadros los ejemplares 2 y 4 de THE GATHERING y me pasé un buen rato explicándole cuál había sido el origen del proyecto y lo que significaba para mí haber sido publicado en Estados Unidos.

El día de hoy me di una vuelta por la Galería Wu Ediciones, en Sáenz Peña, y aproveché para tomar fotos a todos los cuadros de la muestra “Animales Familiares” de la joven artista Ana Teresa Barboza. Sus cuadros son un trabajo fascinante en donde confluyen su pasión por el dibujo a lápiz con la costura, el resultado son imágenes con un extraordinario nivel de detalle y al mismo tiempo con una textura muy especial, en donde las telas sobresalen y enmarcan siluetas de grafito y sombras en degradé. Sin duda, es la mejor muestra de Wu Ediciones de todo el 2011.

Y finalmente terminé mi dibujo / homenaje a Durero, entintado íntegramente con plumilla y tinta china.

Ana Teresa Barboza

New York Comic Con 2011

New York Comic Con starts next week, I had made plans to go, but financial constraints will prevent me from doing so. I could almost see myself signing issues and doing quick sketches to countless hordes of fans, while boasting about new projects and comic books yet to come. Turns out, even the best plans of men and mice often go awry. My best wishes to my fellow creators who will be attending NY Comic Con.


My inks / mi entintado

Idle hands are the devil’s playground says an old proverb, and I’ve kept myself busy drawing something that is not meant for publication, and that perhaps functions only as mere ornament in the eyes of the beholder, here you have a nearly finished inked version inspired in Durero’s etchings. And also, my second penciled page for volume 7. What say you of this?

my pencils / mis lápices

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New York Comic Con empieza la próxima semana. Tenía planes para ir a New York, pero restricciones monetarias me lo impiden. Casi podía verme firmando ejemplares y realizando bocetos rápidos para incontables hordas de fans, mientras presumía de proyectos y cómics aún por venir. Resulta que, a menudo, los mejores planes se van al tacho de basura. Mis mejores deseos para los creadores que estarán en la convención de cómics.


my name on the cover / mi nombre en la portada

Dice un viejo proverbio que las manos ociosas no conducen a nada bueno, así es que me he mantenido ocupado dibujando algo que no está destinado a ser publicado, y que tal vez sólo sea un mero adorno ante los ojos del que lo contemple, aquí va la versión entintada parcialmente, inspirada en un grabado de Durero. Y también mi segunda página a lápiz para el volumen 7 ¿Qué les parece?

Caligula (David Lapham & German Nobile)

Power corrupts. We’re all aware of that. But how fast can it corrupt us? Junius, the protagonist of “Caligula”, had vowed to seek vengeance for the murder of her mother and siblings. He had gone through great efforts to breach into the emperor’s inner circle.

Cover / portada

And now, confronted with the Emperor of Rome, he’s unable to kill him. What happens next? Caligula bestows upon him the sobriquet Felix (“the lucky one”) and takes him to the races. As other emperors, Caligula was a gambler. And within the confines of the Roman circus, the people get hysterically enthusiastic about gambling. This fact has been documented by historians such as Suetonius: teams would bear a primary color and compete with each other, people would place bets, fortunes would be won and lost. 

Power & corruption / corrupción y poder

Felix is now drifting amidst the world of the rulers, the world of those not controlled by rules but by sheer desire. It is in that situation in which this young man must decide what to do about the man he had sworn to kill.

Violent, strong and erotically adventurous, the second issue of the miniseries by David Lapham and German Nobile shows us the horror of civilization and gives us a glimpse of the supernatural.

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El poder corrompe. Todos conocemos esa frase. ¿Pero qué tan rápido puede corrompernos? Junius, el protagonista de "Calígula", había jurado vengarse por el asesinato de su madre y hermanos. Había hecho todo tipo de esfuerzos para llegar al círculo interno del emperador.

Caligula & Felix

Y ahora, ¿qué sucederá al descubrir que no puede matar al emperador de Roma? Calígula le otorga el sobrenombre Félix ("el afortunado"), y lo lleva a las carreras. Como otros emperadores, Calígula era un apostador. Dentro de los confines del circo romano, el histérico pueblo se entusiasma apostando. Este fenómeno ha sido bien documentado por historiadores como Suetonio: diferentes equipos llevarían distintos colores, y competerían entre sí, la gente apostaría, y fortunas enteras serían ganadas o perdidas.

Sexuality / sexualidad

Félix está ahora a la deriva en el mundo de los gobernantes, en el mundo de aquellos controlados no por la ley sino por el deseo. Es en esta situación en la que el joven deberá decidir qué hacer con el hombre que había jurado asesinar.

Violento, fuerte y con cierta carga erótica, el segundo número de la miniserie de David Lapham y German Nobile nos muestra el horror de la civilización y nos da un vistazo a lo sobrenatural.   

LO+POP -Antonio de Felipe (Galería Enlace)

Pink Mirón - Antonio de Felipe

“Love is the general name of the quality of attachment and it is capable of infinite degradation and it is the source of our greatest errors”. - Iris Murdoch. I was just remembering this quote today, of all days, because twelve months have already passed since I last saw Juana Cueto. Her departure saddened me deeply; the death of a great friend doesn’t simply wear off after a few weeks. Juana had promised me that she would return home just in time for her birthday. I owe her a cake. I had just received her last call, from Chincha, only a few hours away from the city. She had told me “I’ll be in Lima in June” and I looked myself in the mirror and said to myself “when she gets here I am going to give her a surprise; I am going to buy her a cake, something she hasn’t tasted before; it will be a surprise”. She had sore feet.  She was always worried because I also had sore feet, that’s why she would insist that I should eat veggies and fruits and do some exercise (which I do now, every day). So we both had sore feet. Once we were here in the house, probably in this very same room, and she said she didn’t notice any pain at all because I looked so sad (she would always be able to tell when I wasn’t feeling too good). And we had a war about our feet. And to think that Juana no longer needs to use his feet; that we can no longer share those silly moments, that for her it’s all over…

Arcadio B. (AKA Arion)
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Sketch / boceto

Ayer se inauguró en la Galería Enlace la muestra LO+POP del artista español Antonio de Felipe. Con impecables grabados que nos remiten a la estética pop, Antonio de Felipe reproduce el estilo casual y dinámico de los artistas pop más representativos del siglo XX; así, por ejemplo, realiza retratos de gran dimensión de Marilyn Monroe, en todos la imagen de base es la misma pero para cada caso desarrolla un estilo específico: Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein, pin-ups de la década del 40, etc.

Me encontré con varios amigos, aunque en esta ocasión me quedé conversando un buen rato con el artista Roberto Cores. Después de haber pasado una tarde bien provisto de alcohol, decidí que lo más prudente durante la noche era no tomar más de tres o cuatro copas de vino tinto, y en efecto logré mantener este límite autoimpuesto. 

My first version / mi primera versión

El jueves también almorcé con mi amigo Rafael Velásquez, nos quedamos conversando cerca de tres horas. Creo que ambos estábamos un poco desanimados, aunque por distintos motivos, yo porque en junio se cumplía un año de la muerte de Juana Cueto y además por no haber sido contratado por la Cooperación Alemana justo en el momento en el que un buen sueldo hubiese concretado diversos proyectos y viajes. Nos terminamos un malbec argentino antes de la hora del almuerzo, y no sé si eso habrá aumentado las horas de conversa. Mientras estaba ojeando el libro Lima Perú editado por el famosísimo Mario Testino, me quedé impresionado por la variedad y calidad de fotos y, también, por los cuadros de diversos artistas que forman parte de la edición. Rafael me dijo que seguramente reconocía a los artistas en cada una de las páginas, y efectivamente, así fue con los cuadros de Ricardo Wiese o de Pablo Patrucco, hasta que llegué a la reproducción a doble página de “Un matin dans le sale de bain en train le montre le pipi” obra del joven artista limeño Giancarlo Scaglia. Quedé realmente impresionado; se trataba, por cierto, de la primera vez que veía la obra de Scaglia. Rafael ya había ido antes a una de sus muestras en Lucía de la Puente, pero yo simplemente no había tenido la oportunidad de ver esa pintura. Así que para el próximo post trataré de incluir una imagen del cuadro en cuestión, a ver qué les parece.

My final version / mi versión final

Y ya para terminar, los dejo con la figura que me sirvió para desarrollar dos viñetas distintas para una historia que se publicará  próximamente; así como el paso previo antes de llegar a la versión final. Ahora que ya pasó la mitad del año, me alegra comprobar que la cantidad de visitantes ha seguido en aumento, espero que siga así y que sigan escribiendo comentarios en este y en todos los futuros posts. 

BARRY WINDSOR-SMITH / Nani Cárdenas- Galería Yvonne Sanguineti

I’ve never been a fan of rankings or top ten charts… but in recent times I’ve come to accept that, somehow, these lists have a certain meaning and relevance. I’ve read thousands of comic books in my life, from European publications to Japanese manga and beyond. However, for some reason, I have sort of specialized in American comic books. There are artists in the American comic book industry that can easily be identified as the best in any given decade… for example in my opinion Will Eisner would be the best artist of the 40s; now other people could probably consider Milton Caniff and Jack Kirby as the most representative artists of the 50s and 60s, respectively. Perhaps partly because of sentimental reasons, John Byrne would be the man of the 80s. In the 90s the best artist could be Geof Darrow. My favorite artist in the first decade of the 21st century would be John Cassaday.



But if I had to choose one artist for the 70s that man would be BARRY WINDSOR-SMITH. I had the chance to read some of the first Conan the Barbarian issues 20 years ago and even as a child I absolutely loved the art. In recent years I’ve been buying the Chronicles of Conan trade paperbacks and Barry Windsor-Smith’s entire Conan run is included in the first 4 volumes. It has been such a delight to admire all that amazing and extraordinary pages. And turns out that Dark Horse’s first issue of the new Savage Sword included a reprint from the 70s. It wasn’t Conan but it was another barbarian known as Bran Mak Morn. And the art is absolutely beautiful. A truly hidden gem.


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La primera inauguración del año en la Galería Yvonne Sanguineti reúne delicados e intricados trabajos en alambres de Nani Cárdenas, en un escenario que agrupa varios personajes de tamaño real. Adicionalmente, unas impecables fotos de otros trabajos de la artista complementan la muestra.


La cantidad de público fue mayor que en otras ocasiones; y como en muchas otras ocasiones, me quedé conversando hasta el final del evento con mi amigo Marcos Palacios, artista que de hecho participó en la muestra colectiva de la galería en febrero. Alternando entre copas de vino tinto y blanco, pasé un par de horas conversando con varios amigos y conocidos, hasta que finalmente acompañé a Marcos hasta el Juanito, famoso local barranquino que a medianoche andaba repleto.

Lost Girls - Alan Moore

“Desire’s a strange land one discovers as a child, where nothing makes the slightest sense” (Book 1: VI, 3). Forget everything you knew about desire, this is one of the most lucid approaches anyone could ask for about a most fascinating subject.

We have heard much about how controversial Alan Moore’s Lost Girls was and still is: forbidden in some countries, withheld by custom officers in others, we could easily dismiss it as a polemic work and thus leave it forever imprisoned into whatever mental drawer we put our taboos and scandalous items. Nonetheless, it would be a gross error to do so. Moore’s work is highly literary and profoundly intellectual, it has nothing to envy to “serious” novels or academic authors. Using well-established literary creations such as Alice (from Wonderland), Dorothy (from the land of Oz) and Wendy (from Neverland), this long-bearded British man has, once again, made an innovation in the 9th art that perhaps will go unnoticed by some.

Let’s make a quick review, chapter by chapter, of what exactly are those innovations, and why is it that Moore has put so much thought into each and every one of these lavishly illustrated pages.

Everyone familiar with bedtime stories knows about mirrors. A Mirror is a magic and powerful thing. But then again, in real life, mirrors are that which help us define ourselves, at least according to psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan. In Lacanian theory, the mirror stage starts when the child is between six and twelve months old: unable to walk properly, to talk fluently, unable even to control sphincters and thus bodily emissions; the child, indeed, is a clumsy, messy, unfinished creature, not at all like the adults he sees constantly. Then, one day, the mother will point at the mirror and say “that boy in the mirror is you”. This means that a reflected image turns into the first “self” (at that age, to perceive oneself as a whole is quite a task), but this is nothing but an ideal image, for the boy is not the reflection captured by the mirror. However, in the mirror he is whole, he is that which the mother wants him to be, and thus, submitting to the desire of the mother, the child faces the intense dynamic of inter-subjective desire. But why should any of this psychoanalytic mumble-jumble have any relevance to “The Mirror”, the first chapter of Book One? Because every frame in this chapter is, indeed, a mirror, Alice’s mirror, that reflects what’s going on in her life. Her casual lesbian encounters, her masturbatory sessions, but also the desire of the mother, translated into the desire of the mother’s servants, who besiege Alice and affirm that no lady with such good upbringing should act like her. Indeed, by violating every taboo of a society too true to Victorian ideals, Alice defies the desire of the mother (she admits being “most unladylike”), and thus rejects that idealized image of her in the mirror.

“Silver Shoes”, the second chapter, deals again with childhood experiences and the conformation of the “self”. Here Dorothy, a young woman from Kansas, arrives to the Himmelgarten hotel. There, a good looking gentleman woos her, complimenting her on her lovely silver shoes. Is this man fixated on high heels? Well, of course he is. Footwear has always been one of the main fetishes in classic psychoanalytic theory. Freud, for example, used to say that all women desired the man's penis (he was no feminist, of course). A woman was somehow incomplete because of the lack of penis. Other authors have stated that foot fetishism starts at a very early age: A child, any child, is playing on the floor and raises his head to look at his mother, looking through the mother's skirt, he realizes she does not have a penis, and therefore she is incomplete. And the young boy suffers as he stumbles upon this discovery. And he suffers so much for it that he wishes to fill that void, to replace that lack of penis with something else, hence he looks down to the floor again and he stares at her mother's shoes, and unconsciously he turns those shoes into the penis, thus replacing the absence with something else. The shoes could be seen as a symbolic penis; Lacan, for example, would later re-elaborate the theory explaining that the high heel shoes would function as the mother's phallus, a phallus which has been previously denied by the father. It’s no wonder, then, that Dorothy is seduced by Mr. Bauer, and while walking in the gardens, she gives in to the man’s advances. She, however, cannot foresee that all that Bauer cares about is ejaculating onto her precious silver shoes. It would be fair to assume that only fetishism drives Bauer around.

The third chapter is titled “Missing Shadows” and is linked to one of Alice’s earliest assertions on Plato’s philosophy. If we remember the cavern allegory in “The Republic”, then we will accept that the “real world” is but a world of shadows, “mere reflections” that could barely bear some resemblance to the “ideal world”. Only one of the smartest writers could pull this off so coherently. Moore has already let us know Alice’s opinion on Platonic theories. And in this chapter, the world of shadows becomes more real and intense than reality. Wendy arrives to the hotel with her white-haired husband, who pays little attention to her and seems more concerned with an erotic book filled with lascivious illustrations. Melinda Gebbie’s talent shines even more displaying many different artistic styles here, the one referring to the erotic publication is reminiscent to illustrators of the 19th century, and even the details of the capital letters are revealing: every letter shows men and / or women engaged into some form of sexual activity creating with their bodies the silhouette of a given letter. There is indeed a great deal of unresolved sexual tension in this marriage, as it’s made obvious by dialogue and facial expressions, but the best part is the shadow game. In front of a source of light, Wendy plays with a needle, gives her husband a sealed document, and takes some clothes out of her luggage, meanwhile her husband holds the document, wrapped up as a cylinder, talks to her, and in the end lets the seal fall to the floor. This apparently harmless scene, however, is seen as a very graphic fellatio and anal penetration, as the shadows behind them mirror not what truly happens but that which is sexually repressed. We must not forget either, the typical game of Peter Pan chasing after his rebellious shadow, and Wendy then stitching it back to his owner.

The next two chapters are a wonderful exercise of different perspectives coming together to tell one complete story. Chapter four, “Poppies”, shows the moment in which Alice, known by all as Lady Fairchild, invites Miss Gale, the young American, to her table; the girl from Kansas, of course, is no other than Dorothy. In a nearby table, Wendy and her husband Harold are also having dinner. After the meal is over, the two women retire to Lady Fairchild’s room. In there, after smoking laudanum, they start caressing each other, it’s not long before mutual cunnilingus absorbs their attention completely. As they reach climax, they hear strange sounds coming from the next room, the room which houses a certain married couple. Chapter five, “Straight On Till Morning”, shows what happens in Wendy and Harold’s table. There he complains continuously about the effeminate characteristics of Art Nouveau, as well as the mild mannered gestures of the hotel’s owner; once they finish eating, they go to their room at the same time Alice and Dorothy reach theirs. Overhearing part of what’s going on in the next room, Harold imagines the two women naked, one with a whip and the other on the receiving end. Then, as things progress, Harold enters into even more wild fantasies, while Wendy goes over arithmetic procedures in her head. At one moment, she gets into the tub and cries out. Her husband asks her what’s wrong and she answers that the water was too hot. This moment, however, is interpreted as a post-coitus conversation by the two women in the previous chapter.


In chapter six, “Queens Together”, Alice and Dorothy are having sex outdoors, but amidst the bushes they sense someone else staring at them. The two women quickly confront the voyeur who turns out to be Wendy. The three of them then take some time to talk about personal issues and share confidences.


“The Twister”, chapter eight, focuses mainly on Dorothy, as she narrates a paramount moment in her childhood. At 15 years old of age, an enormous twister menaces to shatter her house. Fearing for her life, she regrets dying a virgin, and soon finds herself aroused and decides to do that which she is not supposed to do (she also uses the word “unladylike”): pleasuring herself. She admits being wet down there and proceeds to satisfy herself with her fingers. Her orgasm also marks the twister’s disappearance but also her relocation to what she believes to be the Land of Oz. It’s Wendy’s turn in chapter nine, “Come Away, Come Away”; in this occasion she remembers her first encounter with a boy who had knelt down on top of a naked girl “shoving backwards and forwards”. At night, talking about this weird moment with her two brothers, she finds out the same boy climbing up to her room. There, the three of them receive them and ask for an explanation. To this, Peter Pan lowers his trousers and proceeds to explain the nature of “happy thoughts” while Wendy’s brothers start rubbing each other penises. Wendy also touches Peter Pan’s “affair”, as she calls it, and a few minutes later, her brothers ejaculate onto her bed, while Peter Pan does the same over her body. Finally, in chapter nine, “Looking Glass House”, Alice explains how a friend of her father invites her to accompany him. The bald, anxious man then proceeds to teach her to seat down as ladies should, but of course, that’s not enough, he makes her drink a mysterious liquid that never ends, and as she starts feeling hot, the man suggests that she should remove her clothes. During this “statutory rape” scene, Alice imagines that a girl identical to her comes out of the mirror to have sex with her.


The last episode of Book One “Older Girls” is chapter ten, “Stravinsky”. Here, Lady Fairchild has invited Wendy and Harold, as well as Dorothy and Mr. Bauer to the ballet inauguration in Paris. There, while ecstatically admiring the dancers, Alice, sitting in the middle, will proceed to kiss Dorothy, at her right, and then Wendy, at her left. Of course, then she will place one hand on Dorothy’s thigh, and the other hand on Wendy’s bosom. As the two men grow bored watching the ballet, the three women have the time of their lives.


Books two and three of Lost Girls dig even deeper into the three women’s psyche. Sex plays a fundamental part in this psychic and physical exploration. Sex humanizes characters such as the scarecrow, the lion and the tin man in Dorothy’s Land of Oz. Nonetheless, sexual acts become potentially dangerous in Wendy’s Neverland; after all here Captain Hook is a pedophile whose main goal is to molest Peter Pan and Tinker Bell is more of a sexual victim than a fairy. Finally, Alice finds refugee in the home of a mature lesbian that will force her into acts of such depravity that at the end will become insufferable.


When Austria’s archduke is assassinated World War I is upon the protagonists, but when everyone flees from the hotel the owner (a gay writer of erotic books) and part of the staff stay behind, only to partake in wild orgies for entire days. With unflinching ease, Dorothy will understand the power of sex; Wendy, previously seen as a shy and subjugated character, will no longer feel ashamed or diminished; and at last, but not least, Alice will reevaluate her entire life thus feeling more comfortable with her sexuality than ever before.


In a thoroughly orchestrated journey, this elliptic narration draws near to the end as the penultimate chapter mirrors the first one: it’s all about mirrors and what do they mean. In this case, Alice’s mirror no longer reflects the characters we met on the first pages, since they have changed and evolved. If the mirror was the key in identity conformation, then it’s no surprise to realize that once these women have reached their true selves, the idealized images on the glass surface are no longer vital. Last chapter is, perhaps, a subtle but touching adage that reminds us that, although some may doubt it, to make love is always a better option than to make war.


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LOST GIRLS


“El Deseo es una tierra extraña que uno descubre de niño, en donde nada tiene el más mínimo sentido” (Libro 1: VI, 3). Olviden todo lo que sabían sobre el deseo, por fin existe un trabajo totalmente lúcido sobre un tema complicado pero fascinante.


Lost Girls de Alan Moore es una obra controversial: prohibida en varios países, retenida por aduanas en otros, fácilmente podría ser descartada como uno de esos trabajos polémicos que quedan encerrados en algún recinto de nuestra mente en donde guardamos nuestros tabús y pensamientos escandalosos. Pero sería un grave error hacer justamente eso con esta novela gráfica. Utilizando creaciones literarias bien establecidas tales como Alicia (del país de las maravillas), Dorothy (de la tierra de Oz) y Wendy (de la tierra de nunca jamás), el conocido autor británico ha logrado, una vez más, innovar el noveno arte.


Hagamos una rápida revisión, capítulo por capítulo, para entender por qué Moore le ha dedicado tanto tiempo y reflexión a estas páginas.


Todos los que estén familiarizados con las historias infantiles, sabrán reconocer la importancia de los espejos, estos objetos mágicos y poderosos que a menudo juegan un papel clave. Los espejos también nos definen, al menos de acuerdo con psicoanalistas de la talla de Jacques Lacan. En la teoría lacaniana la etapa del espejo hace referencia a un niño entre 6 y 12 meses; es decir, una criatura incompleta, vulnerable, incapaz de caminar con soltura o incluso de controlar sus esfínteres: la viva antítesis de los adultos que lo rodean. Hasta que un día la madre señala al espejo y le dice “ese niño de allí eres tú”. Esto significa que su imagen reflejada se convierte en su primer ideal del ‘yo’; en el espejo él es un ser completo, es lo que la madre quiere que sea; y de este modo enfrenta por primera vez la intensa dinámica del deseo intersubjetivo. Pero olvidémonos de todas estas charlatanerías teóricas, ¿qué importancia tendrían en relación al primer caso? El libro uno comienza con “El Espejo”. Cada viñeta de este capítulo es, de hecho, un espejo; en realidad, es el espejo de Alicia que refleja los eventos cotidianos de su vida: sus furtivos encuentros lésbicos, sus sesiones masturbatorias, y la desaprobación de la moral tradicional, representada aquí no por una madre hostigadora sino por las sirvientas de la madre que nerviosamente se preguntan cómo una dama de buena educación puede caer en situaciones tan aberrantes. Cuando Alicia rechaza su imagen idealizada también desafía el deseo de la madre.


El segundo capítulo, "Zapatos de plata", se centra también en experiencias de la infancia y en la conformación del "sí mismo". Cuando Dorothy, una joven de Kansas, llega al hotel Himmelgarten, es seducida por un apuesto caballero que elogia su calzado plateado. ¿Se trata de un hombre con un fetiche por los tacones altos? Vaya que sí. Se trata, desde luego, del fetichismo más clásico. Freud (que por supuesto no era feminista) afirmaba que todas las mujeres envidiaban el pene del hombre; la mujer, de algún modo, estaba incompleta al no tener pene. Un niño jugaba en el suelo y, de casualidad, levantaba la vista, a través de la falda de su madre descubría que había una ausencia de pene; así, descubría que su madre era un ser incompleto, por ello el niño, desesperado por suplir esa falta, al bajar la vista veía los zapatos de la mujer, y por lo tanto reemplazaba simbólicamente al pene con esos zapatos. Para Lacan, estos zapatos de tacones altos servirían como el falo de la madre, un falo que habría sido previamente negado por el padre. Cuando Dorothy cede a los avances del señor Bauer no es capaz de predecir que la única intención de su compañero es embadurnar con semen sus finos zapatos argentados.


"Sombras perdidas" nos remite a una de las afirmaciones de Alicia sobre teoría platónica. Si recordamos la alegoría de la caverna, aceptaremos que el mundo real es un mundo de sombras, simples reflejos que guardan una vaga similitud con el mundo de las ideas. No obstante, aquí el mundo de las sombras es mucho más intenso y real que la propia realidad. Wendy llega al hotel con su esposo, un hombre canoso y amargado que no le presta atención y que parece más interesado en un libro con ilustraciones eróticas que encuentra en su habitación. La tensión sexual no resuelta es evidente en la pareja. De pronto una fuente de luz proyecta sombras en la pared de la alcoba; Wendy está zurciendo calcetines, guardando ropa de las maletas, y alcanzándole un documento (envuelto de forma cilíndrica) a su marido; no obstante, las sombras muestran algo muy distinto: una fellatio y una penetración anual. Y es que las sombras no muestran lo que sucede sino lo que realmente ocurre al interior de estos personajes. Además, no deja de ser divertida la referencia al juego de Peter Pan y su sombra rebelde, y a la habilidad de Wendy de coser la sombra al cuerpo de Peter Pan.


En los capítulos siguientes vemos cómo las tres mujeres se conocen, y cómo cada una de ellas recuerda estas experiencias mágicas y extrañas de su pasado. Así, para Dorothy, el momento en el que un tornado amenaza con destruir su granja en Kansas sirve para que ella se cuestione sobre la utilidad de morir virgen (como una dama), y cómo la excitación sexual la recorre mientras decide, ya que no tiene nada que perder, masturbarse libre de culpas, como nunca antes. Mientras Wendy recuerda su primer encuentro con Peter Pan, a quien ve desnudo y "agachado" sobre una chica, mientras ambos practican movimientos que la niña no logra comprender. Cuando Peter Pan aparece en la habitación de Wendy, procede a explicarle a ella y a sus dos hermanos la naturaleza de los "pensamientos felices" (esos que son necesarios para volar), mientras los hermanos de Wendy se masturban mutuamente, Wendy se encarga de facilitarle dicha labor a Peter Pan, hasta que en una escena final los tres eyaculan juntos. Finalmente Alicia explica cómo la inesperada visita de un amigo de su padre la toma de manera desprevenida, especialmente cuando este sujeto calvo le sujeta las piernas con el pretexto de enseñarle a sentarse "como una dama", mientras que la hace beber un líquido misterioso que no parece acabarse nunca para luego desnudarla y proceder a otras actividades.


Los libros dos y tres indagan mucho más sobre la psique de estas tres mujeres. Y el sexo se convierte en la clave de esta exploración física y psíquica. El sexo humaniza a personajes como el espantapájaros, el león cobarde y el hombre de hojalata. Sin embargo, los actos sexuales son potencialmente peligrosos en el entorno de Wendy, sobre todo cuando el capitán Garfio es un pedófilo que solamente quiere ultrajar a Peter Pan (y de paso a Campanita). Finalmente, Alicia encuentra refugio en el hogar de una lesbiana que la obliga a participar en actos de tal depravación que ella no podrá soportar...


Cuando el archiduque de Austria es asesinado, empieza la primera guerra mundial. Mientras todos huyen, el dueño del hotel (un escritor gay de literatura erótica) y su personal organizan orgías que incluyen a las protagonistas. Así, Dorothy entenderá el poder del sexo; Wendy, previamente vista como una mujer subyugada e insegura ya no se sentirá avergonzada de nada; Alicia reevaluará su vida y aprenderá a sentirse por fin cómoda con su propia sexualidad.


La narración elíptica de Moore conecta las primeras páginas con el penúltimo capítulo, nuevamente centrado exclusivamente en el espejo de Alicia. Pero la superficie ya no refleja a las mujeres del inicio de la historia, sino a personajes que se han redefinido, que han madurado y que al fin se aceptan a sí mismas. Ya no hace falta estar a la altura de la imagen idealizada del espejo porque ellas por fin pueden ser lo que realmente son. El último capítulo es un sentido adagio que nos recuerda por qué, en última instancia, es mejor hacer el amor que hacer la guerra.

Día del pisco sour

Pisco sour day. As usual, this is one of my favorite dates, and this year I patiently drunk even more than in 2010. Nothing can be more classic and popular than pisco sour, which is why I highly recommend all of you to grab a bottle or two in your next visit to Peru.


And following the dictates of my consciousness I decided to draw the spirit behind the spirits, my first idea was to have the character dragging a carriage full of pisco bottles, but I realized it would be too hard to draw all those tiny little labels for the bottles, so I decided to leave it all as it is. Chinese ink over a 2B pencil.



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Es una de mis fechas preferidas, y este año me encargué pacientemente de tomar incluso más pisco sours que en el 2010. La bebida bandera siempre se ha prestado para una magnífica gama de cócteles, y entre ellos el más clásico y conocido es el pisco sour.


Y sin motivo aparente decidí dibujar al espíritu detrás de la bebida espirituosa por excelencia, mi intención era que cargase un carruaje lleno de botellas de pisco pero me di cuenta que sería muy difícil ponerme a dibujar las etiquetas de las botellas con la bendita plumilla así es que decidí dejar el dibujo a la mitad. Entintado con plumilla sobre dibujo a lápiz 2B.
 

Pleasing the master / Complaciendo al amo

Last Saturday was such a great day. Once a year I have lunch with María Fe, the friend I have been working with in the past couple of months in Viceversa, and with Fabián, who was our elementary and high school teacher. He's now a successful psychoanalyst but it's always so much fun to meet and talk about our lives and compare things, how they are now and how they were when we were his students. And it's always so much fun. It's curious, but every time I talk to other people nobody believes me I have such good relationships with some of my school teachers, but that's the way our school was, few students and really personalized education. Even the doorman knew everyone by name (and still remembers me even when I've finished high school 9 years ago). Besides the typical jokes only the 3 of us know, we usually make other people laugh, like after lunch our ex-teacher went to buy stuff for Christmas and he made one of the store clerks to try one of those machines to make the hair straight or curly on María Fe, and then he made the clerk took a picture of us holding her hair. Needless, to say everyone was laughing there. It was a very good day. Too bad it's only once a year.



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What is the nature of Christmas? Isn’t it to please the other? If it is so, then there is nothing more appropriate to this date than the following drawing, which I inked with a nib over a pencilled sketch (which I’m also posting). If you want a better view of the details, as usual, just click on the image.


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Nunca he sido bueno a la hora de dar saludos navideños, así es que ahora no haré el intento. Lo que sí sabré hacer, de manera más apropiada o al menos más entretenida, es hacer un recuento del año ahora que solamente queda una semana más de 2010. ¿Cuál es la fuerza que nos mueve durante estas fechas de arbolitos decorados y regalos? ¿Cuál es, como diría Aristóteles, el motor invisible? ¿Nos acaso la idea de complacer al otro? Si es así, entonces mi próxima dibujo no podría ser más navideño ni aunque fuese un Papa Noel.


Entintado con plumilla sobre un boceto a lápiz (que incluyo). Como siempre, basta con hacer click en la imagen para ver una versión más detallada.