(Mors tua vita mea, Milo Manara)
Woe is the artist. The world just doesn’t understand his artistic license. And the women from whom he draws his inspiration don’t like how he objectifies them. Sure they will burn at the stake because of the “real” evil men, but the artist— he makes the ultimate sacrifice in destroying his own painting. He is a victim.
The title of this comic is Latin. It means “your death, my life.” In other word, your defeat is necessary for my survival.
I’ve never been a fan of Manara and I’ve never read this comic. Is there more, or is this it?
If this is it and I’m interpreting it correctly, it’s some sick shit. Perhaps he was making some kind of ironic statement. I don’t know.
Sure, these are pretty pictures, but pretty pictures ain’t comics. You got to read comics.
…thus- I continue to not like Manara.
The posting of the above story is not intended as concurrence with the information presented, but as further illustration of the artist’s perspective on depiction and exploitation in light of recent statements. Thank you, and keep on reading the funnies.