Musical work composed by Nacho Cano for Malefic Time project.
KAI – SEIR – HAN
Blood – Female – Regeneration
The Big Cauldron
The impoverished sunset light cuts them in line.
There are eight girls. They stand in formation.
Frozen in a pose that makes them look like porcelain dolls army. They line up in a large courtyard, perfect, square plan. They are facing a wall full of small squares of wood. The place has a Spartan austerity. Only a few bowls and large canvases of cloth can be noticed in that sober space. Only them, without adornment, no more objects. The position is firm and the hands are joined as if to formulate a prayer. From their lips escapes a vibrant sound like a mantra. A little black dress as a ceremonial cloth pants falls in front of their legs. From it, as if a paradox of nature is involved, looks out a phallic erect rod that breaks its exquisite vertical line.
Since the second book of Malefic Time is right around the corner, Laberinto Gris puts at your disposal two limited edition graphic works signed by the authors. Both are part of “110 Katanas”.
- The hoary.
Definitions, dimensions, manifestos, thesis. Supposed to be explanatory. They define the product, set the difference in the market. They delineate and put it in a corset. Something that has always worried me in the arts subject. It concerns me … and the basis beguin to oppress.
True it is that the corset is beautiful. And the countless little buttons that close it to fit and stick to the gorgeous form. But always, in my fetishistic desire I enjoyed letting go button after button of this refined shell. It is a pleasure to discover at last the naked and anarchic body. The pleasure of the unexpected.
Each button is a guideline to follow, a distinctive sign of a nearby art, a dimensioning mark. The Painting was dropping all those buttons and dimensions days ago. Oh Duchamp, you also loved to unzip corsets.
In contemporary art today there are in the same basket urban street graffiti painting, the poor art of a broken bag with a shoe on the floor, installation of stones scattered around the room, etc… etc… contemporary art. But a young art like the comics, talks about graphic novel, about manga, about illustrated book… and many more, with even more eagerness to diferenciate, to separate.
Each one of them is getting sewed buttons increasingly closer together to form their snug waist, even at its meeting in public. Accepted that industry and market need to label products in order to decorate them for sale, even at the risk of separating on Fairs and Exhibitions akin public to that art (it is very gourgeous the corset emphasizing the forms).
But the author should fly free, let him burn his wings when, reckless, he come close to the Sun.
Eventually, with text and pictures they tell us a story. Without going into: speech baloons, vignettes here and there, black and white pages and huge eyes, etc … Recent past yet forgotten: What were the old strips on newspapers or old comic pages where the text was written at the bottom of each picture and where not any dialogue bubbles?
What obsession to separate and parcel the people lovers of this art as a whole and lovers of its potential. I hope that a glance at the art of painting in general that is much older and already has learned in its long road that the horizon is wide, will serve us as an example. The creativity needs to unbotton the guidelines in order to find new ways and encounters … and its so beautiful to unzipp a corset.
The place is reddish … stone, even the air seems to be wrapped in that color.
Like her hair. Long hair, of blood. Hair belonging to a woman of infinite beauty. A woman, The Woman … known to all as Lilith and also called the Great Mother.
—When we depart. When we decided not to follow the required dictation, when we protest against the imposition and broke the chains. When He lost his wings for us and they called us ‘Fallen’ ‘Banished’. When She also rejected the imposition and left the place she had been confined to. Since then, rejected, persecuted.
Many are the names of the True Mother.
Luz was before and now again Yamato puts us within reach of a new character from Malefic Time universe. It has already gone on sale Lilith a ¼ scale resin sculpture sculpted by Shin Tanabe.
Some pictures of the process:
—Are you gods?
—No. We are what we are – says bitterly – . But some love to use that title when they appear before you. Others… we fell.
—I saw a battle. I saw you raising a flag. I saw him tearing your wings off.
Lucifer looks at her with certain indolence. There is a shred of nostalgia in his lifeless eyes.
—That was a long time ago…
—That war continues. That’s why i’m here, isn’t it?
Lucifer turns around and raises an eyebrow.
—Long ago I absolved myself of world affairs.
—You’re not like I expected.
—Yeah, pretty much.
—Here you have the great Lucifer – adds with distressed grandiloquence -. The evil scourge, the great fear of humanity. For ages we have fought to Anu and Marduk, their ability to manipulate to their convenience. To present his speech as the only valid. Ages ago I also got tired. Sorry for the disappointment.