Feminist comics
Instead of Flowers, a Florilegium
For today's International Women's Day, we recommend feminist comics by four female artists.
By Regine Hader
Snack
Her dionysiac black-and white masturbation depictions play innovatively with perspectives and panel sizes, mixing filled surfaces and line art. With the latter, Ehrentraut picks up on current illustration trends in her idiosyncratic work. Snack is not only a successful homage to masturbation, but also to doodling, the untidy, the untamed. DIY wherever possible. Resistance is bursting out all over the place here, even from the conspicuously angular cursive she uses for the lettering. Reminiscent of zines or rebellious notes in a homework book, every single hook glaringly defies the dictates of harmony in a world of clean corporate designs and screams orgasmically: Obedience is dead! Empowering.
Shit is real
Shit is real is – in keeping with the title's phrasing – really hot shit! Aisha Franz's protagonists wear over-the-top, trendy party outfits, they are set in run-down off-spaces and kitschily furnished Asian restaurants - all of which tells lovingly of the Millennials' attitude towards life. Hardly any other comic captures so well how glamour and ironic trash combine symbiotically in this generation and how it feels to seemingly go through the whole range of possible human emotions between ordering and paying for a drink.In her drawings, Franz experiments with visual versions of personal narrative and stream of consciousness. As the figures become intoxicated, lines bend into small waves, oversized heads wobble with each step, tiny rubber bodies contort. With this trippy, psychedelic aesthetic, Franz translates visually the mood of an accelerated generation. Her images continually work on conventions of representation, traditional symbolism or seemingly avant-garde codes. She thereby also operates on a discourse level, commenting aesthetically on what actually happens on the histoire level, i.e. in the plot.
Both the style and the story are reminiscent of the feminist Malmö comic scene, whose leading star Liv Störmquist astutely criticises patriarchy, capitalist and sexist systems of oppression. In it, she gives almost equal space to text and drawing. Franz differs from Strömquist's significant critique mainly through novelistic stories that are less obvious. She detects subtle intermediate and undertones, refrains from explaining jokes or polemicising. The mise-en-scene, the characters, the plot twist: everything about Shit is real means freedom without Franz spelling it out in big letters on the cover. The queer love story remains just as implicit. This queer-feminist world quickly picks up speed through increases and zooms, repeatedly violating the classic panel arrangement with relish. In moments of loss of control, the contours sometimes disappear completely, sometimes faces or enlarged sections of the picture push themselves over the geometric lateral order. They pull in a second level on which we encounter peculiar details.
Shit is real aims for a less incidental aesthetic. It celebrates pop, celebrates excessive artificiality. This is about surfaces. Materiality. Tactility. Fluid ghostly bodies waft across a roof terrace like clouds of smoke from a shisha, latex clothing reflects all over the club and even when the protagonist is watching TV on the sofa, the stained pattern of the bathrobe fights with the zebra look of the sofa blanket and the terry towel in her hair for every millimetre in the frame. Should anyone come up with the idea of colouring in this black-and-white comic afterwards, one thing has been clear for a long time: it has to be with neon markers! With this style, Franz is akin to somewhat lesser-known representatives of the Malmö School such as Moa Romanova, who sets new standards for techno and contemporary lifestyles in comics with her outstanding, innovative debut IdentiKid. Beyond the victim narrative, Aisha Franz tells of the strange thrownness into the world; of protagonists who wander between “sisterhood” and unspoken, queer love, and at least 70 percent of the time have an awful lot of fun in the process.
In Shit is real Aisha Franz takes up the vulva motif as she does in Brigitte oder der Perlenhort (i.e. Brigitte or the Hoard of Pearls). The deliberately striking vulva icons of recent years (which can be seen on Instagram either as jewellery, stickers or illustrations of the most diverse anatomical forms) aim to create visibility and reclaim phallically coded territories. Above all, however, they aim to and ensure that people finally stop thinking that women's genitals are to be exclusively referred to with “vagina”. Franz goes beyond that: she imbues these symbols with a function for her self-empowering narrative.
By the way, the illustrator studied at the Kunsthochschule Kassel, a forge of great comic artists in Germany. The anthologies of the comic class “Triebwerk” is, like everything from Aisha Franz herself: superb each and every time.
Busengewunder
In Busengewunder, Lisa Frühbeis addresses feminist issues far more explicitly. The volume gathers together her comic column for the Berliner Tagesspiegel. When you leaf through it, the debates of the last few years, from quotas to shaving dictates to the pill, are reviewed. Although the artist describes herself as a post-feminist, the selection of drawings clearly speaks of cis-sexuality in heterosexual relationships. But as we know, there is still a lot of catching up to do here.Unfortunately, her criticism of the limiting history of the portrayal of female characters and figures sometimes descends into downright bodyshaming: “It's me Twiggy. I have a body and skin like a ten-year-old,” reads a speech bubble next to the Sixties model. But Frühbeis adds insult to injury, spitefully drawing a speech bubble next to it and writing, “Really worth striving for.” Devaluing androgynous bodies in a heterosexist society and defaming them as “childish”? That's about as post-feminist and enlightened as the new season of Germanys next Topmodel.
Taxifahrt mit Hund and Chivalry & Ennui
The levels mix in Chivalry & Ennui: Are we in the living room of an avatar flat-sharing community waiting for the next game to start? Or are we in a real flat-sharing community, where the flatmates slip into their adventurous roles at the console because real life is so incredibly boring?
Whether Obleser is depicting a taxi ride with a dog (synonymous with “unsolicited free life assessment from the taxi driver with the quintessential message: Girls, your university studies are easy and totally pointless and you haven’t a clue about what's going on anyway”), or it's about women in video games: there's always a breeze of feminism blowing in Jolanda Obleser's world.
Lina Ehrentraut: Snack
Published in: Strapazin Nr. 141 (Dezember 2020) - Superheld*innen in der Krise
Aisha Franz: Shit is real
Berlin, Reprodukt, 2016. 288 S.
ISBN: 978-3-95640-063-6
Lisa Frühbeis: Busengewunder
Hamburg, Carlsen, 2020. 128 S.
ISBN: 978-3-551-79356-0
Jolanda Obleser's Comics are self-published.