Like the tick...tock...tick...tock of the ever present metronome, Veronique Tanaka tells the story of a young musician and his failed relationship.
Left...right...left...right
The cyclical rhythyms and the geometrically inspired art of this wordless book are an art form unto itself. Close up...long shot...close up...long shot. This book could easily be the directorial debut of Tanaka in a short punctuated by the sounds of 4/4 time.
Every panel, every page is symetrical. Every panel is a blink of an eye, or the tick of a second, or the passing of a memory.
This is art. True art. All I can do is stand up and applaud.
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