Cyanide Cigarettes and Slippery Sidewalks
Gritty like the sludge collecting behind a manhole in a city where the sun never seems to break from the grime. Where everything is bleak and the buildings are towers piercing the sky. Dark and twisted with a vibe from the twenties lingering on. There are so many sights that seem like madness melting through the concrete of social sanity. Lazy eyes squinted in cigarette smoke. The corner stone of what a metropolis is on the very inside. This is the maddening world of Bill Sienkiewicz and you should only delve in if you’re not such a sensitive pussy.
Bill, for all you comic hard-ons out there, does illustrations of many heroes, villains and the landscapes in which manifests them. Some of you may know that he did in fact work for marvel comics and did the promotional art for films like The Dark Knight, Unforgiven, and his own acclaimed graphic novel Stray Toasters. But I don’t care about that and I’m sure you don’t either. What I do care about is how incredible some of his illustrations are. Dark and gritty with just a drab of some insane inducing tonic. If you want to know what art it is, I’m telling you it’s Bill Sienkiewicz. He sends you to a place where creative symbols are manifested into personas we envy, dread and fear. A sort of realm you’d wish to be apart of if only you weren’t such a wuss. This feel bleeds over into almost all his works, all the dark ones anyway. Not all of his work revolves around a comic-esque feel. But all the good ones do because they’re slips into places the mind only goes when all the lights switch off. A place that’s gripping. Handing you a cigarette made of cyanide so as to appreciate only the grime.