![]() ![]() ![]() In Monsters, Windsor-Smith finds the equilibrium that so many strive for and very few ever achieve. To say that Barry Windsor-Smith is simply an artist would never be enough because he is The Artist he is all the artists that have existed before, and all the unending possibilities of art under the dominion of one lucid mind and two extremely capable hands. No other artist in the history of comics, with the exception perhaps of Hal Foster and Frank Frazetta, and some of Windsor-Smith’s disciples, has conjugated so masterfully the artistic history of our civilization, and no one else has been able to balance all of this with dynamism, vibrant rhythm and unique pacing of the comic book medium. ![]() Throughout all these pages, however, one constant remains: beauty, or rather, as Schilling used to call it, a sublime pathos that takes aesthetic concepts to a whole new level. Furthermore, in his late Conan period, Windsor-Smith’s artwork reminded me of the ink drawings by Albrecht Dürer as well as his silverpoint illustrations, and his naturalistic setting were also a homage to the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch. ![]()
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