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Artist Profile: Takehiko Inoue

Artist Profile: Takehiko Inoue

For the last several decades, animation – and the related
world of graphic novels and manga – have been the last refuge of fine draftsmanship.
Put the top artists from Disney or Pixar or DreamWorks in a life class with most
pricey gallery painters from the Soho galleries, and the animators would eat
the painters’ lunch, dinner and breakfast, then come back for their snacks. If
Jeff Koontz could draw like Glen Keane or Paul Felix or Dice Tsutsumi, he
wouldn’t have to cast inflatable toys in steel.

I wouldn’t want to try to pick the top draftsman working in
animation today, but I have no qualms about saying Takehiko Inoue eclipses
everyone else currently drawing manga and graphic novels.

Inoue’s work has always represented a fusion of Eastern and
Western artistic traditions. His ability to render the human form in any
position and from any angle harks back to the Renaissance masters, while his
brushwork and compositions evoke classic Japanese aesthetics. His latest book Pepita: Inoue Meets Gaudi (Viz: $24.99,
108 pp.) marries those traditions even more closely.

Inoue first encountered Gaudi’s work in 1992, when he
attended the Barcelona Olympics. He regarded the great, unfinished cathedral of
the Sagrada Familia “the way you’d look at scenery printed on a postcard,” and dismissed
it as “deformed” and “extravagant.” Nineteen years later, Inoue returned to
Barcelona to experience more of Gaudi’s work first hand, and was awed by its
power and organic beauty. Pepita is
compilation of Inoue’s notes, sketches and impressions.

Inoue recounts the key events in Gaudi’s life as he visits
various buildings the architect created. He observesthe  hills, rocks, trees of the Catalan landscape, and
grasps how Gaudi’s work reflects that world, which resonates with the celebration
of the nature in Japanese art.

After looking at the mosaics in the facades of Gaudi’s
buildings, Inoue invokes them in fragmented water colors of lizards, fish and
sea turtles. In a similarly playful spirit, he adds cartoon elements to photographs
of Barcelona. He juxtaposes these light-hearted moments with more serious
reflections, sketching buildings, drawings his impressions of old photos, etc.
His water colors of trees and mountains offer an homage to Gaudi’s spirit of
observation, abstraction and stylization.

By the end of Pepita,
the reader realizes that Inoue’s initial impression was partially correct.
Gaudi’s work is extravagant, but in the
best sense of word, an exceptional generosity of spirit.

The pairing of Gaudi’s art
nouveau-
inflected architecture and Inoue’s contemporary manga drawings
seems incongruous at first, but it reflects Inoue’s predilection for unlikely
subject matter.

His first manga, Slam
Dunk
chronicles the semi-comic misadventures of Shohoku High freshman bad
boy Hanamichi Sakuragi. When Hanamichi meets pretty Haruko Akagi, he falls for
her like a gym bag full of rocks. Haruko adores basketball, so Hanamichi joins
the team–even though he’s never shot a basket in his life. He manages to
offend both the team captain–Haruko’s older brother–and the school’s rising superstar
before the first practice begins. The Slam
Dunk
manga sold more than 100 million books worldwide; the animated series
ran for over 100 episodes, and spawned theatrical and TV movies.

The often comic images of Slam Dunk – Hanamichi tripping and accidentally pulling down the
team captain’s trunks – gave way to powerful pen and brush lines that showcase
Inoue’s draftsmanship in his subsequent series, Real and Vagabond.

Unlike their counterparts in the determinedly wholesome world
of American mainstream comics, the teen-agers in Real face graver problems than will Archie ask Betty or Veronica
to the dance. Kiyoharu was set to become the top junior high sprinter in Japan;
then his right leg was partially amputated due to osteosarcoma. After a bicycle
accident, Hisanobu, the arrogant captain of the Nishi High basketball team,
woke up in the hospital a week later with no feeling below the waist.
Hisanobu’s former teammate Tomomi saw his life fall apart when a girl he’d just
met was injured in a motorcycle accident. All three young men enter the
specialized sport of wheelchair basketball.

Kiyoharu refuses to be limited by the loss of his leg, and
remains a fierce competitor. But he retains a touching vulnerability. After
drinking his first beer, Kiyoharu drops his warm-up pants and stands in front
of his friends in a T-shirt and boxers, revealing his prosthesis. He tearfully
confesses that his father used to cheer his track victories, but “…with my
leg like this… he won’t even look directly at me.”

The strong, clear lines capture Kiyoharu’s intensity when he
breaks down or sizes up a situation during a game. After Tomomi hurts his hand
in a fight, Inoue draws the swollen knuckles so convincingly, the reader winces.

Vagabond, a
fictionalized account of the life of samurai hero Miyamoto Musashi, ranks as
his masterpiece to date. The real Musashi (1584? – 1645) was one of the greatest
swordsmen in history, as well as a skilled artist and the author of “A Book of
Five Rings.” Inoue based Vagabond on “Musashi,” Eiji Yoshikawa’s sprawling historical novel, which is often compared
to “Gone with the Wind:” History not as it happened but as people like to
believe it happened.

Inoue’s elegant pen and brush lines capture the power,
beauty and horror of the bloody duels. When Musashi fights Inshun, a young monk
who is the master of fighting with a pole similar to a Western quarterstaff,
Inoue shows the moves each combatant executes–and their concentration in the
face of a formidable opponent. Even when he draws a close-up of a foot touching
the ground, the reader senses the weight of the entire body and the intention
behind that step.

It’s not surprising that Inoue, who’s always gone his own
way, would be drawn to the highly individual work of Gaudi. It will be
interesting to see how the vision of the Catalan master influences subsequent
volumes of Real and Inoue’s future
projects.

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Comments

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A retarded article from a retarded writer. Nothing to see here.

Ryan Gilchrist

I'm a huge fan of Inoue's work, but I'd have to say that as amazing as his work is it never quite reaches the emotional depth of Hiroaki Samura's work. So I have to disagree with your statement that his work completely eclipses everyone else's in the medium. He's great, but he has equals. Personally, I'd say that he and Samura have their strengths and weakness's, and are on par in the same sort of way that Musashi and Kojiro are as swordsmen in the stories.

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