Woodring uses the medium of cartoon drawing to gesture at something ineffable, permanent.
No, I mean that when the bombs have fallen and our society’s returned to dust and you're as likely to find a comic book riffling in the wind on a stretch of washed out freeway as you are in the husk of yesteryear's L.C.S., the gestures and concerns of Woodring's weird ass fantasias will seem just as vital and engaging as Chris Ware or Brian-Michael Bendis's mannered evocations of the now will seem archaic and irrelevant. I don't think Woodring's drawing style is going to kickstart a mass movement, or that his stories project a probable future, or even that he's just ahead of his time, man.
If I had to pick the comics I think will Stand The Test Of Time the best, I'd go with Jim Woodring's Frank books.
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