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Monday November 05th 2012, 2:01 am

There is something that happens to me whenever I look at it. Something almost unexplainable, intangible. There is an evocative commanding demanding power in every supple bold curve, in every beckoning blackness of shape, every vivid movement, so full of vitality and vibrancy. It is evocative, enamoring, mesmerizing. I find myself lost in it, entranced along the flowing appeal of it. Intoxicating and addicting, always leaving a craving to witness more. Immediately gripping and imaginative, immediately enthralling the mind into dreams of the fantastic. It begs for me to believe in worlds brighter shinier than the paltry one we live in.

The Art Of Jack Kirby
November 4th 2012

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