Here is another dose of the book of danger. I originally wrote this nearly two years ago reflecting on the passing of comic book superstar, Micheal Turner around the anniversary of his untimely death. As with the previous entry to the book of danger, it will remain mostly untouched, with just an updated comment here and there.
Here we go:
Time is moving.
Recently, I have been thinking over many things, especially in the creativity department. Slowly I had found myself looking at Micheal Turner art on the internet. Then I realized that I had lent my Turner stuff to a friend, and that after Turner's untimely death, I didn't even look at his artwork for a very long time.
Quite a few years back, I was in Bayamon (for you who know not, Bayamon is a pretty populated city here in Puerto Rico, about half an hour away from were I live). There used to be this kiosk in the bus terminal that sold old comics and magazines. I came across Supergirl #1 for 80 cents. It had a Micheal Turner cover on it, he had done the redesign for the character at the time. And it brought back many memories, because of Supergirl pages I drew a long time ago to try and put together a portfolio before my mind imploded (that's material for a different blog post, I guess), I actually was looking at A LOT of his stuff at the time. So, a year after his death, I picked up that issue and bought it, I dunno, it felt like it was a way of coming full circle and coming to terms in a way. Which got me thinking (surprise, surprise).
I thought how amazing something like time is. People live their lives sometimes, stuck in a moment. In a period of time. Either reliving good times, or perpetuating horrid memories that long should have been left behind. As if time has stood still. The earth stopped spinning around the orbit. It's just you, your memories, and thoughts about either how things used to be, or how things should have been, in contrast to how things really are.
You think how time has not moved for you, yet how it seems to move fine with people around you. Friends. Family. "Frienemies". I finally asked back for my Micheal Turner comics a few days after checking his artwork again online. I saw them, and it almost felt like I was looking at it for the first time again because, you guessed it, timed had moved on so fast at the seems since the last time I held them in my hands. Unfortunately, a couple of the Withblades covers had fallen off, and issue #1 of Fathom vol 1 was utterly destroyed in possession of my neighbor. I still have the pieces of that Fathom because I have not the heart to throw it away. Now after a few years, a couple of months ago as a gift, my girlfriend actually spent HOURS in different comic book shops in New York, and got me a TON of Withblade, Fathom, and Soul Fire comics. After the initial shock, I am grown up enough to admit, I cried. I felt like I was looking at his stuff for the first time again, and the emotions that someone took their time to surprise me in such a way. I got to drawing, and it felt like in a sense, times was moving for me again. But then I realized. It wasn't that time had started moving again, it was ME that started moving again. Because time never stops for anyone. It US that stop.
Time is moving.
And there you go, I hope you enjoyed it and please look forward to the next blog, stay cool, my friends!~Alvaro "Lance Danger" Cortes Ortiz Jr