The lovely people over at Emerald Street have just reviewed Fumio Obata’s Just So Happens. Here’s what they had to say:
The artwork sticks to a small palette of watercolour shades and the varied panel size allows for different perspectives and a fluid change of pace within the story….
By the time I’ve cleaned the kitchen, sorted the recyclables and said a hasty prayer to whatever dyke gangster saints there may be the doorbell rings.
More from the story I’m working on.
See winds across the U.S. lower 48 in real time.
I want characters to do the things I am afraid to do for fear of making myself more unlikable than I may already be. I want characters to be the most honest of all things — human.
At a refugee community in Onagawa, an old neighbour would appear in the living rooms of the temporary houses, and sit down for a cup of tea with their startled occupants. No one had the heart to tell her that she was dead; the cushion on which she had sat was wet with seawater.