See Retro Visions Today
You’re sitting on an airplane. Your suit. A creamy brown. The year. Sometime between 1969 and 1975. You swirl a glass of red wine before you take the final savoury sip. “What’s this,” you say. “a 1936?” The gentleman in white corrects you. “37” he says. You nod your head in acknowledgment. He hands you a card made of gold and salutes you just before the plane hangar opens like the belly of a shark split down the middle. You deploy a parachute and land gracefully on the large balcony of some palace seeming house. There’s some piano echoing throughout your ears as you walk amongst the people. Women draped in red with backs visible and breasts almost fighting to break free. Other’s in white or a faded green, each holding the same allure. You notice all the small holsters concealed beneath everyone’s clothes and you’re certain that some of those elegant creatures have a small derringer inside their dome hairdo. This is the life you think to yourself. A super scientist, tall, beefy and oh so handsome. You’re Indiana Jones when you’re not wooing everything with long legs or inventing the next hyper-tomic engine. Danger is your mistress and she follows you everywhere. You are sophisticated mystery blazing the world in your ‘69 Fastback. And who else better than Bill Sienkiewicz to express you’re awesomeness in water-colour portraits of a time and dream so incredible that Ian Flemming would cream his pants. This is the prolific artist’s work for one of the greatest shows ever aired; The Venture Brothers.
I can’t help but look at each one and sink into some feeling my heart can rhythm flawlessly but words can never articulate. Bill has found a wonderful form that so few have dripping from their fingers, the ability to allow detail and ambiguity couple in some rare ancient dance. Twirling and swirling and fucking to create images that steal glances and pierce pass the mind into some intriguing, tingling, sparking nether regions. What you get here is nothing less than a masterpiece. Something that has it’s own voice that holds a sound so incredible you wonder if it’s real. Clasping your ears so as your head doesn’t burst. You are James Bond. You are Rambo. You are Dr. Crazy Scientist. All in one awesome package.