I’ve long been a sucker for the comics, which I never quite outgrew. Thanks to artists like Lynda Barry, Dan Clowes, Marjane Satrapi, and Art Spiegelman, who helped give the graphic novel staying power, it’s still cool to be a comics freak well beyond your adolescence. This week, I discovered a strip that indulges my interest in dark, irreverent comics as well as my pro-pedestrian inclinations: Jason Turner’s Walk to Work.
Each of Turner’s short strips is a story about his pedestrian journey to work—and the strange sights he encounters en route. There’s a naked guy; a guy in a red shirt; a disappearing puddle of vomit; and a brilliant game. He makes unsettling eye contact with an eagle, and converses with a crow near a polluted river (“the river is heavy with death”). In this and many of the strips, Turner even tackles “the idea of green.” (In this particular strip, he consults a shrub that’s subject to exhaust fumes all day long.)
However strange Turner’s tales, his comics celebrate the joys of walking to work: awareness, observation, and intriguing sights. Walking engages your creativity and your senses, and keeps you in touch with your surroundings. Trapped inside of a steel box, I’m sure, Turner hardly notice—or savor—any of these oddities.
Image by Jason Turner.
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Interesting article…well written