Stigmata
was an interesting story following a “man falls into a hole” sort of structure.
When we are introduced to the character, he has just found himself in an
unpleasant situation, the aforementioned hole, and the story, of course, traces
his journey to the depths of that hole and the struggle to climb out. In
addition to finding large gaping wounds in his hands, the protagonist is also a
degenerate. Everyone around him however regards these wounds as stigmata, wounds
bestowed rather than inflicted on saints and holy persons. Therein lie the
initial tensions that build and begin to pick apart his life, because the
protagonist has no intentions of embodying this ideal of a holy person. The
stigmata are his call to action, which he of course ignores, keeping his day
job at some eating or drinking establishment. However within a few pages, the
ceaselessly bleeding wounds get him fired and send him on his journey to
redemption. The illustrations are a complimentary and violent mess of ink work,
made more aggressive with each rising action.
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