Individual Voices: Joseph Gardner

An image from “Life Lines”, a Zine by Mita Mahato.
An image from “Life Lines”, a Zine by Mita Mahato.

These are images from a zine called “Life Lines” by Mita Mahato. The comic is about losing a loved one. Throughout the zine, there are four lines as seen in the second picture. They slowly morph over time and create different images. The creator of the zine seems to be slowly forgetting what the loved one looked like, which is reflected by the morphing lines. The soft line shown in the first picture reflects the love for the person who died. The lines outside are jagged and sketchy, which give the feeling of unease. 

The artist of this zine does a great job at conveying a lot of emotion in little space with only a few lines. It feels empty and lost. This is exactly how you would feel when you lose a loved one. At the beginning of the zine, the artist seems to remember the lost person better. The artist describes the person more vividly, and as it goes on, the person is less and less vivid. I also think that the emptiness of the zine makes you feel for the main character. Personally, I haven’t had anyone close to me die. However, it is one of my greatest fears, and I have friends who have experienced loss more intensely than I have. I feel like this zine does a great job showing what it’s like, and how hard it would be to forget what people looked like after they die.

This zine also uses picture and word combinations to tell the story. The short declarative sentences are very melancholy and straight to the point. It’s almost as though the artist creating it is in between tears, which makes it more emotional.

Another interesting thing that the author did was at the beginning of the zine. The box is created out of the number 4. If you look closely, you can tell that some of the lines are longer and still form a four. This is because the person died 4 years ago. The images in the box are all composed of memories of the person who died. It made an emotional connection for me to the person who died because it built the character, and it reminded me of my own family.

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