Yoshiharu Tsuge, Garo #47, June 1968. The greatest comic magazine ever published... (My good condition copy which, in the weird lingo of comics collectors really means: my worn, wrecked, damaged copy.)
Raquel Garzón conveyed beautifully my main criterion to judge great art (my translation; she's talking about novels, but, to me, it may be applied to any art form):
Novels lacking events and fury, without winners and epics. Novels which base their mastery in the details and are read with the same ease with which we listen to the rain falling. Novels in which nothing out of the ordinary happens while we flip the pages forward.As Raquel also says, nothing happens except life. And that's what really matters, isn't it? Life...
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