I’m not big on documentaries nor on biopics but this one’s special. John Porcellino’s meant a lot to me over the years, and has been a guiding light for my occasional zines as well as my maybe/sorta/coming-soon forays into printmaking and minicomics. (Yeah, I know, I know–I’m two decades too late to the party. Shut up.) I’m excited about this portrait of a man who has given up self-portraits in comics form, like letters from an old friend, since the late-1980s.
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