Steranko At The Cincinnati Comic Expo
Ah, Comic Conventions. Used to be very small time, Holiday Inn conference room affairs and the subject of great scorn and derision. It didn't help that comic fan stereotypes were sometimes pretty accurate.
Now, comic conventions are the biggest thing that happens in all of media. How did this happen? How did pop culture come to so thoroughly embrace this stuff, when before it was so completely disgusting to the mainstream? Easy. Movies! Movies based on comics went from embarassingly completely disrespecting the source material to adapting it in spirit to pretty much exactly translating from page to screen, to wild success. People used to dismiss comics offhand because they didn't get it- they had never read one. I wonder how many people who made fun of me as a kid bought tickets to the Spider-man movies and got into them.
Long before it was hip, I was hopelessly devoted to the damn things. For as long as I can remember the written word, it was printed in bubbles pointing at the heads of drawn characters. My dad would read the Sunday comics out loud with me on his lap when I was just a toddler, and it wasn't long before I had my own comic books. I was an obsessive kid with a fertile imagination, and as soon as I could read on my own I was absorbing sequential art in all of it's available forms, every comic I could get my hands on. Although there were periods that I tuned out because a lot of comics are shit and didn't follow anything new, at heart I always carried an affinity for the stuff that I dearly love.
One of those things is my oft mentioned affinity for the work of Jim Steranko. As such, I've decided to make The Cincinnati Comic Expo later this month my very first comic convention. It looks to be scaled about the right size, it's actually about comics and not a bunch of other shit, and to me, Mr.Steranko is pretty much the only comic creator worth going to any trouble to see. Because he is extremely cool. Steranko symbolizes in every facet of his work and public personality a kind of sleek and crisp artistry that is quite suave and sophisticated, and for that I consider him a personal hero.
If you're going, and you see me there, say hello. Look for my PAN AM messenger bag.
Posted by Rocko Jerome at 9/06/2011