Epileptic

Epileptic is a star, an isolated point of light in a sea of darkness, luminous and remote.

Unfortunately, the stars are a million, million, million miles away from me and I can't appreciate their brilliance at the moment, preoccupied as I am with my silly little troubles. Perspective is a butterfly that refuses to be caught, elusive creature that it is. My attention span has suffered atrociously this past year.

I am sorry, David B. You rock, man. You really do. I shall return to you in due time and pay you the homage you deserve.

Epileptic is David B's chronicle of his life and dealing with his brother's epilepsy. Intense and deeply personal, the book plunges deep into the author's psyche and the art reflects the wild and sometimes primitive rumblings in his mind. It is not really an easy book to read through due to the melancholic nature of the story which permeates through the black and white panels filled with surrealistic and raw pictures. Still, one cannot deny that this memoir is a remarkable and highly imaginative graphic tour de force.