Part of a short story published in early issues of Heavy Metal
(1976) and restated in the legendary album "Arkhe" (1982), the original plate very detailed and beautiful format is composed of ink to Using a technique you could almost close to pointillism. Beyond the art, it reminds me of a time
psychedelic, mood
baba-cool which prevailed delirium,
transgression by certain drugs, sexual liberation ...
1976, just a little
the end of the hippie era , we are at the edge of a worst period since 1977 the arrival of punk, then the second oil shock etc.. .. In comics too, you go over things as simple return to the clear line and the emergence of talents like Yves Barge.
For me too, 1976 was an important year. I am 14 years and I am leaving the United States was because my father has agreed to an exchange with a professional relationship he has there.
Also, it is intended that I spend three weeks at home in Cleveland (Ohio), then the son of the Wherry family will come home in France three weeks.
- The first part goes, but ideally starts with a scare: only arrived at the airport in New York, I have 30 minutes to find the father of Steve because I have to get a connection with him. However, I do not remember too much of his face, not having seen it once in Paris . Moreover, at 14, I can not imagine how could be the airport in New York. It turns out that it's big, very big! Current in a maze of corridors, halls, pulling my heavy suitcase, I panic, sweat, and it was he who finally recognizes me in extremis. We catch the matching accuracy.
arrived during the bicentennial celebrations of the U.S. Constitution (1776-1976), I am received with kindness in a large house in Cleveland, with swimming pool. We leave a big week to make a trip to Washington DC, Virginia (a few days at the luxurious Homestead
), Pennsylvania, and then return Ohio (fond memories of the Cedar Point park
).
- The living room of Steve (15 years) in France, cons, was rather wrong and I think I can say with hindsight that we had not been for much. He had decided to be lout, spoiled child, oddly rude abroad while his parents were so charming. It took us a hard time, refusing to hear a word of French. In Paris, he told us that the monuments of old stones that were irrelevant. He wanted to eventually go to a restaurant, but only at the luxurious restaurant on the 1st floor of the Eiffel Tower that my father has obviously declined.
Then we rented a nice house in Antibes, but it has not agreed either.
culinary speaking, he did not like much, but he drowned eg yogurt ketchup nature (truthful). Ah yes, he had a crush on chocolate mousse! So after a meal, he tapped on the table, bellowing "FOAM, FOAM!" to make us understand that he wanted his foam.
We had to shorten his stay of several days by purchasing a disaster - and at our expense - a ticket to repatriate him home earlier. Our last conversation was that we never really wanted us again, and that it was mutual.
Fifth anniversary of a blog a bit quiet lately, for one simple reason: I make a move in 2 weeks with the management of different things (moving work, administrative procedures). 
Beb-Deum is one of those artists who did not - in my opinion - the reputation it deserves in the public. And yet ... we are stuck by their designs for the covers of Telerama, The XXI or inrocks ... not forgetting his work 80 years with particular Dionnet. 
he kindly offered me. As my oldest son was there, I reminded Beb-Deum what I said in the previous section : Children are like magnets for his drawings, he would then feel symbolically the time with uncommon accuracy. Moreover, his book-sum Facebox is one of only books in which my children regularly dive back home ... A smile, I suspect that I was not the first to tell him. 
It made me think that every corporation has its own habits and schedules. 
