{"id":1000,"date":"2012-03-25T22:56:28","date_gmt":"2012-03-25T22:56:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/?page_id=1000"},"modified":"2023-02-23T15:59:56","modified_gmt":"2023-02-23T15:59:56","slug":"edie-fake","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/?page_id=1000","title":{"rendered":"Edie Fake"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"width: 760px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 100px;\"><a href=\"#Bio\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"38\" height=\"105\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1179\" title=\"Bio\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/EFBio.gif\"><\/a><a href=\"#Reviews\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"83\" height=\"105\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1180\" title=\"Reviews\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/EFReviews.gif\"><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/indiepubs.com\/collections\/vendors?q=Edie%20Fake&amp;contributorID=20972\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"71\" height=\"105\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1182\" style=\"border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-width: 0px;\" title=\"Store\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/EFStore.gif\"><\/a><a href=\"mailto:ediefake@gmail.com\"><img class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1181\" title=\"Email\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/EFContact.gif\"><\/a><br \/>\n<img class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1177\" title=\"JB\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/newsite\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/Edie.jpg\"><br \/>\n<a name=\"Bio\"><\/a><span class=\"txtHeading\">BIO<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"width: 760px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 100px;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"width: 760px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 100px;\">\n<span class=\"txtParhead\">Edie Fake<\/span>&nbsp;was born in Chicagoland in 1980. He graduated from the RISD&nbsp;in 2002 and has since clocked time in New York, Los&nbsp;Angeles, San Francisco and Baltimore.&nbsp;He was one of the first recipients of Printed Matter\u2019s Awards&nbsp;for Artists and his collection of comics,&nbsp;<i>Gaylord Phoenix<\/i>,&nbsp;won the 2011 Ignatz Award for Outstanding Graphic Novel.&nbsp;In 2011 he helped found the Chicago Alternative Comics Expo (CAKE) and writes reviews for the blog <i>Book By Its Cover<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtHeading\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><a name=\"Reviews\"><\/a><br \/>\n<span class=\"txtHeading\">IN PRAISE OF EDIE FAKE<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtParhead\">Edie Fake&#8217;s<\/span> <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> won Outstanding Graphic Novel at this year&#8217;s Small Press Expo, and with good reason. There&#8217;s nobody who designs comics like Fake designs comics. In <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em>, fey pop energy runs into lyrical patterning to create landscapes of volcanoes, fish, alligators, wizards, and severed body parts. Fake is a trans artist, and his graphic novel seamlessly bends gender, melding male quest narrative with female romance to create shimmering fantasies; the visual analog of shoegaze if shoegaze were queerer and more disturbing. From the moir\u00e9-patterned cover to the mysterious stenciled speech bubbles, everything about <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> is ravishing.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Noah Berlatsky, the Atlantic<\/span><\/p>\n<p>n her book <em>Belonging: A Culture of Place<\/em>, bell hooks writes about returning home to rural Kentucky after a long academic career in New York City. In one chapter she discusses porches, the ubiquitous womb-like structures attached to the front and back of any rural home, writing: \u201cA perfect porch is a place where the soul can rest.\u201d In the same way, perfect comics can give openly and sincerely to the reader a place to rest their soul. This is Fake\u2019s most powerful talent and his work\u2019s best quality.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; LA Review of Books<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Fake (<em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em>) presents a striking, occasionally scatological collection of his short comics and drawings from recent years, culled from various zines and underground publications. Employing concise imagery and minimal text, and through symbology and analogy, Fake examines sex and gender with generous amounts of sly, irreverent humor. In the three-part \u201cFoie Gras,\u201d Fake substitutes images of food and food preparation for sexual acts and genitalia, while in \u201cLA Silence,\u201d a trip to a wellness center brings up post\u2013gender-confirmation surgery issues in an unsettling fashion. In the one-page \u201cAnal Sex for Perverts,\u201d a drawing of a shell with a pink opening carries the caption: \u201cBefore I ask say yes.\u201d Other more cryptic pieces require some work from readers to puzzle out, but that\u2019s just part of the fun of Fake\u2019s oeuvre: his comics maintain a playfully naughty mystery. (Appropriately, the book is dedicated in part to \u201cthe Queerdos out there.\u201d) Fake deconstructs gender and human anatomy, sex and desire, then puts them back together again, on his own messy, artful terms. This provocative graphic collection pushes boundaries, and then breaks them open.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Publishers Weekly<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The Evanston, Illinois, native, who now lives in the California High Desert just outside of Joshua Tree, has something of a double career. He is probably best known as a force in the alternative comics scene, with <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em>, his 2011 book about a nonbinary humanoid on a journey of self-discovery, winning the Ignatz Award for outstanding graphic novel. At the same time, he is an up-and-comer in the art world whose work not only was included in \u201cSurface\/Depth\u201d but also will be featured in the Des Moines Art Center\u2019s 2019 show \u201cFor Today I Am a Boy: Contemporary Queer Abstraction.\u201d \u2026While Fake does not seem interested in conveying definite meanings in them, he does explore particular themes and motifs, as titles like Center Part or Neutralities might indicate\u2026 \u2026Even in the less direct works, however, Fake\u2019s overall intent seems clear: to conjure a vibrant space where freedom of gender expression can reign.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Art in America<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a style=\"display:none;\" class=\"collapse-text\" id=\"te1834197053\" href=\"javascript:expand('#te1834197053')\"><span class=\"txtHeading\">MORE PRAISE FOR EDIE FAKE<\/span><\/a>\n<div class=\"te_div\" id=\"te1834197053\"><script language=\"JavaScript\" type=\"text\/javascript\">expander_hide('#te1834197053');<\/script><\/p>\n<p>Fake&#8217;s work has always dealt with the malleability and interpenetrability of gender, and <em>Memory Palaces<\/em>, with its focus on queer spaces, is no exception. The bright colors and intricate line work make his images appear computer generated, suggesting the traditionally male sphere of video games. At the same time, the meticulous detail and patterning evoke traditionally female crafts such as quilting. The result isn&#8217;t ungendered so much as a celebration of how gender can be a part of community in multiple and dazzling ways. <em>Memory Palaces<\/em> turns the landscape of Chicago into a dream of wonder and love, where everyone is welcome.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Chicago Reader<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake does not only construct queer spaces in his artwork, he creates them for those of us who need them\u2014on our bookshelves, in the gallery, at Quimby\u2019s. This is why it was heartbreaking when Fake announced he is moving away at the end of the summer. However, Fake has become embedded into the city\u2019s architecture. Riding on the bus down Belmont, I spotted an ornate entranceway that reminds me of his work. Walking down Lincoln, I came across a brick pattern used in the book. Unlike many of Chicago\u2019s buildings, Fake\u2019s presence cannot be erased from Chicago\u2019s memory. He asks us not only to honor and remember our queer history, but to use it as inspiration for constructing queer spaces in the present.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Lambda Literary<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake\u2019s punk ethos of reciprocity and collaboration extends into his work as a comic, tattoo, and performance artist. His arresting graphic work plays with the fluidity and elasticity of images, which sometimes literally interconnect, as in the continuous sidewalk seen in the foreground of his <em>Memory Palaces<\/em> series. The looping movement in these drawings exhibits an almost cinematic pacing.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Thea Liberty Nichols, art21<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Fake does all he can to throw away any preconceived notions of desire, allowing us to be released from the confines of what the hell we thought it meant to be queer, and into a phantasm to explore with open arms and open hearts&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Fake explains that &#8220;Gaylord&#8217;s exploits are in large part, about not being afraid: to be a sex freak, to have a freaky body, to want a freaky experience. I wanted very much to keep the story sex-positive and still talk about violence, rage and sadness, while maintaining a vision of overwhelming queer ecstasies.&#8221; These characters are freaky queers just like us, but more unabashedly so. They do not hide their meltdowns, their fears, or their confusions, but rather take these as opportunities to realize themselves, whether alone or with the help of others. Fake&#8217;s comics are stories of queer discovery.<\/p>\n<p>There are so many points when devouring his work where you might find yourself unsure whether to be deeply frightened or just really turned on, but this is the point! Fake finds ways to blur the lines between what might ordinarily disturb us with what scares us with what makes us hot and bothered, and that is absolutely radical.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Devyn Manibo, Bitch Magazine<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Best Alternative Comics Artist Behind the Counter at an Alternative Comics Mecca:<br \/>\nAs far as I\u2019m concerned, Edie Fake\u2019s crisp, ecstatic clip-art-style graphics are the most compelling reason not to give up on comics as an art form. His haunting zine <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> offers a magical, polymorphous vision of love, desire, and loss closely related to his transgender identity.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Bert Stabler, Chicago Reader<\/span><\/p>\n<p>This is a pretty wild, psychedelic comic that seems equally concerned with art and story. The loose story is told mostly through the images and uses very little text. <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> relies on fantasy, alternative reality, and dream logic to tell its tale. Edie Fake\u2018s tale is a quest that centers around a series of encounters, mostly sexual, between two beings with male bits and seems to be a journey for self knowledge and acceptance. Gaylord Phoenix has really cool art that is beautifully designed and merits close attention.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; League of Comics Librarians<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Near the start of Edie Fake\u2019s newest comic collection there are a series of instructional cooking illustrations: a chicken being bound, a ball of dough being pounded, a pastry being twisted and then cut. Sentences like \u201cFuck me like this\u201d hover over the drawings in hot pink all-caps. And so the tone is set for a collection that\u2019s mischievous and playful; at times very naughty and unhinged, and at other times raw, personal, and poignant.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; AIGA Eye on Design<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Through his stories and zines of beings in search of identity and form (though the subject of some of the pieces included can\u2019t be nailed down so simply), comic artist, zine maker, and painter Edie Fake&#8217;s stories focus on communicating experience and feeling rather than linear narratives and passages of time. Now, for the first time, over a decade\u2019s worth of Fake\u2019s underground zines have been collected in this new book, <em>Little Stranger<\/em>, a compendium of unique visual explorations of non-binary bodies and queer community, as well as abstract feelings and experiences much more difficult to sum up in words\u2026 \u2026a unique, visceral reading experience unlike any other comic, graphic novel, or zine I\u2019ve ever read.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; The Outline<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake, meanwhile, takes a more surreal and at times, a horrific route to articulate his concerns over gender and sexuality. The short stories and drawings that make up <em>Little Stranger<\/em> often take contorted paths, but the emotions underlying them are very real and raw\u2026 \u2026Fake\u2019s work can often be cryptic and disturbing, but his attempts to articulate his anxiety, desire and even happiness about being transgender rings through loud and clear.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; The Smart Set<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Obviously there\u2019s a lot to be gleaned about Fake\u2019s own perspectives on issues of gender fluidity and identity here (he\u2019s trans himself, as one would probably intuit from the book\u2019s contents even if they went in knowing nothing about him), and his generally playful attitude toward what\u2019s broadly defined as \u201ckink\u201d is easily-discernible throughout, but some \u201cgrand statement\u201d on either the trans experience or sexual liberation  isn\u2019t something that falls within <em>Little Stranger<\/em>\u2019s remit. Rather, it\u2019s an exorcism of one cartoonist\u2019s subconscious that features recurring obsessions, ideas, concerns \u2014 and, yes, nightmares \u2014 presented from a number of different perspectives and communicated in a number of distinctly different ways. I\u2019m still wrapping my head around much of it, and think that I will be for quite some time, but that doesn\u2019t mean I can\u2019t recognize it for the utterly unique, visceral, challenging, necessary work that it clearly is.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Four-Color Apocalypse<\/span><\/p>\n<p>If you\u2019re familiar with Edie\u2019s work you probably already do and do not know what to expect, as he manages to shock and amaze me every time out, at least a few times. It\u2019s no different with this collection, and once again I\u2019m going to try to encapsulate what cannot be\u2026 capsulated. That can\u2019t be right. Stories in here deal with an alphabet snake and its quest for a body, its trip to the convenience store, some of the sexiest food prep you ever will see, more food prep but this time with a sense of existential panic, the pumpkin\u2019s revenge fantasies, gender fluidity in said pumpkin, what you might see if you peek through a window while someone has their pants down, fucking with venereal leeches, trying to get blood from tiny veins and using it in serving sizes, and sexy cow milking. Also about a dozen other stories, if not more, and the descriptions I already gave you are almost certainly wrong at points. Yep, this is another case where you\u2019ll have to buy it for yourself to see what I messed up. Luckily reading this will most likely make you a better person, so it\u2019s worth the money from your end. Unless nudity and sex scares you, in which case get thee to a church as soon as possible and away from this book. For the rest of us, there\u2019s plenty here to enjoy.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Optical Sloth<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake draws on Chicago Imagism, the Hairy Who, and diverse forms of outsider abstraction to create intricate, enchanting drawings that suggest early video games spliced together with carnival funhouses that the artist conceives as queer spaces. Fake made waves in 2015 as a member of a group known as the USC7, resigning from the school in protest to corporatization measures. He is also a respected graphic novelist, winning awards for his <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> collection, which follows the danger-fraught journeys of its namesake, \u201ca creature willing to sacrifice anything for love and self-knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; The Standard<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Reading the comic <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> (Secret Acres) is a little like watching a psychedelic silent movie, or dropping acid. Unlike talkies, or mainstream comics, or real life, this story is told more in pictures than in words. Like in silent films, words and dialog are static insertions between blooming, exploding images. And like tripping, the plot \u2014 what you the audience get out of the experience \u2014 has more to do with how you uniquely read the images you see, as opposed to following a predisposed script.<\/p>\n<p>Gaylord Phoenix is a hairy Sasquatch kind of guy. He falls in love with a cute boy carrying a video camera. They film, they hug, they pork. Unfortunately, his monstrous crystal bloodlust takes over and he rips the poor kid to shreds. Not to fear, the boy is rescued and stitched up by multi-eyed subterranean dwellers. Now a somnambulist, he totters through a labyrinth whose alligator queen he ends up gatorbating. Crocosnogging. See, that\u2019s the problem, trying to describe a silent movie or an acid trip wrecks it, makes a parody of it, becomes a clumsy boring paraphrase for experiential visual poetry.<\/p>\n<p>Gaylord Phoenix isn\u2019t happy about his bloodlust. In fact, the rest of the comic is his visual heroic journey towards redemption. It\u2019s a path gay and transgender folks will recognize: one involving the pokes and proddings of science, thrills of sexual discovery, inner hallucinogenic voyages, and the quest to find one\u2019s true self at any cost.<\/p>\n<p>This is where Edie Fake\u2019s artwork takes over. A tale told in two colors, readers will fantasize many more, as paisley swirls the page, as a dark magic of feathers transforms into oceans of tears, as sphinxes and ribbons festoon the court of the Gaylord risen up into the clouds. It\u2019s not a plot you can articulate, but a poetry you will recognize.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s sex too, lots of it, and since Gaylord and friends sport genitals like nozzles or tubes the mere mortal question of \u201cwho\u2019s on top?\u201d becomes irrelevant\u2026it might be both or neither. Like daydream&nbsp;sex, in these cartoons you can fly and fuck or be an alligator or both sexes at once, at no cost, or at a cost of your own determining.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s this determination of who you are and what your sex will be that is the real plot of this amazing graphic novel. \u201cAt last I hold my own,\u201d Gaylord Phoenix declares at the book\u2019s conclusion. \u201c And I&nbsp;partake of who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Reading this transformative book will make you shout \u201cMe too!\u201d<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Cathy Camper, Lamba Literary<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Over the last few weeks I&#8217;ve looked at <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> a lot in bed, on the verge of sleep and dreams, and occasionally while in transit from one place to another. Both experiences, if not ideal, seem right for entering the book&#8217;s universe. It is the kind of epic journey in which a reader &#8212; not to mention the characters &#8212; can get lost. Gaylord Phoenix is a love and lust story. It&#8217;s a quest through terrain that is strange yet also familiar, especially if you have access to your queerness or inner experience. It is funny, it is disturbing, it is gorgeous, it is mesmerizing&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>That world\u2014a world of many worlds\u2014 is one of the things that makes <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> special. Fake&#8217;s hand-rendered cubes, pyramids, hexagons, Bridget Riley-like black-and-white vortexes (referred to in the ultra-spare, brilliant dialogue), wizard cone hats, mazes, temples, wood grains and vines, crocodile skins, fish scales, clouds and cave formations, and plumage accumulate detail and color over the course of the book. What might have been interpreted as technical improvement within <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em>&#8216;s serial manifestations as a comic is revealed in the book to be material for a dramatic and visionary climax and denoument.<\/p>\n<p>In the realm of comics and graphic novels,<em> Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> could be seen as a fantastic inverse of the sexual horror in Dash Shaw&#8217;s <em>BodyWorld<\/em>. It arrives at a time when various musicians and visual artists are also tapping into mystic and occult energy, though its singularity of vision reminds me of Jack Smith and Kenneth Anger channeled from archival celluloid strip to contemporary line drawings on the printed page. Ultimately, there is nothing like it.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Johnny Ray Huston, San Franciso Bay Guardian<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A psyched out trip to the mysterious land of secret grottos, gloom clouds, pyramidal cities and deep magic.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Meathaus<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Much of the action in Fake\u2019s comic is lifted right out of the \u201960s underground; there\u2019s lots of sex, lots of grotesque dismemberment, and a queasy tendency to link the two. So, on the surface, <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> seems to have one foot in the male-gendered avant-garde and one in the male-gendered rape fantasies of the head shop.<\/p>\n<p>In fact, when you read it closely, <em>Phoenix<\/em> starts to look a lot less like any sort of male-gendered project and a lot more like that most stereotypically female of genres, fantasy romance. The plot centers on the title character, Gaylord Phoenix, who, against a backdrop of otherworldly landscapes, magical creatures, and ominous portents, seeks love and self-knowledge. Like many a romance heroine, Phoenix is possessed of buried powers and is, moreover, subject to fits of amnesia &#8212; thus exterior quest and interior journey are bound together by mystery, and the book is ultimately about the magic of becoming a woman. Or a man. Or something.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; The Comics Journal<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d long ago given up hope there&#8217;d be a gay feminist artist as talented as Edie Fake, and yet Edie Fake is here.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Pixel Vision<\/span><\/p>\n<p>To describe <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> is nearly impossible, but to read it is to experience it. The work is light on dialogue, and what little there is seems like small talk for another world (\u201cYou forgot all your loose morsels\u201d and \u201cDo you admire my vortex?\u201d); the emphasis here is on the detailed drawings. You could take a quick look at Fake\u2019s scrawls and dismiss them as a budding art student\u2019s notebook-paper doodles, until you watch them grow into intricate shapes possessing an odd, abstract beauty, separated loosely into color-coded sections.<\/p>\n<p>I admire its vortex, whatever it means, whatever it is.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Rod Lott, Bookgasm<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake has been slowly releasing his mini-comic <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> in tantalizing bits for the past seven years. Indie comics publisher Secret Acres has finally collected all of the issues (including a previously unpublished closing chapter) and bundled them together into what amounts to a queer graphic epic.<\/p>\n<p>The text is sparse, and absent are many conventions of the comic form: speech bubbles, panels, sequential storytelling. Instead, Fake has created his own visual language, utterly foreign yet immediately decipherable. Across gorgeous full-page illustrations, the titular Gaylord Phoenix soars over pyramids and paisley landscapes, and dives headfirst into crystal caverns and feasts at a smorgasbord of surreal homoerotic exploits. Simultaneously, the strangely emotional creature experiences the ups and downs of soul-searching and identity-making in a complex world riddled with ambiguity. Magic, sex, mythology and violence are all fractured and recombined through Fake\u2019s psychedelic lens. We\u2019re talking flying diamonds, wizards with linked beards, cloud napping, tubular genitalia and one seductive emperor crocodile.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Zach Dodson, Time Out Chicago<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Nowadays, most queer comics I read can be said to fall into three categories: real-life stories\u2014autobiographical or not, superheroes and erotic\/porn. But then, it could be argued that most comics fall in these categories (yes, I know, that\u2019s reductive). My point is that when I come across something that explodes those categories, I\u2019m instantly hooked. And when the said something manages to be both extremely weird and completely relatable, I remain hooked. Such is the effect that Edie Fake\u2018s Gaylord Phoenix has had on me.<\/p>\n<p>The book begins with the eponymous character, a masculine, features-less creature, who\u2019s wounded by a crystal creature. He calls for help by growing a tubular nose\u2013and also grows a tubular cock. And&nbsp;then it gets really weird: he meets a young man, they make love, but the crystal wound transforms Gaylord Phoenix into a monster who seemingly kills his lover. But it\u2019s only the beginning: both Gaylord and the young man will know various adventures in strange lands that will lead them to know themselves a little better. And it all makes sense.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s something primordial in Edie Fake\u2019s art, a combination of cave-paintings, almost shamanistic symbols and complex imagery, full of intricate drawings. Associated with the lack of features of his&nbsp;main character and the minimal text and dialogue, this creates a dreamlike, timeless ambiance to the story that borders on the mythological.<\/p>\n<p>This 256-page book was created over a number of years, and it shows. As we advance, the art gets more and more sophisticated, and patterns straight out of the textile arts and crafts enrich the visual&nbsp;experience of the reader. It\u2019s almost overwhelming, as a slightly too warm sea can be. But also just as pleasurable.<\/p>\n<p>What made the author\u2019s powerful imagery so enjoyable for me was the way he writes the conflicts, inner and otherwise, that his characters have to face: the two main characters have clearly recognizable human feelings and needs, and that anchors a book that could have easily become a vanity project designed to showcase the artist\u2019s skills. But <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> is so much more: both strongly narrative and full of visual fireworks, it is a book that will stay with me for a long time.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Fran\u00e7ois Peneaud, The Gay Comics List<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Edie Fake\u2019s first graphic novel, <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> (Secret Acres) was eight years in the making. An erotic and sometimes violent psychedelic spirit quest, the book compiles the adventures of its central birdman who travels far and wide in search of self-knowledge and passion. It\u2019s a two-colored interior, with a rich vocabulary of symbols and innuendo, from magical dwarfs to crystal splinters and tubular&nbsp;genitalia. The drawings are lush and decadent yet they resonate with a kind of personal touch too. When I put the book down I felt like I had been left with a piece of cartoon chalk\u2014what will no doubt come in handy at such times in the future when I find something blocking my path (you know, because cartoon chalk draws doors through walls). This book is liberating and joyous and why not\u2014for shouldn\u2019t life be the same? Pain and vulnerability can lead to insight.<\/p>\n<p>Despite the epic proportions of this one body of work (and here is a great interview about GP specifically) Fake has worked on other projects as well, participating in performances, working as a tattoo&nbsp;artist and developing an alternative history of Chicago. I wanted to ask Fake more about his work and how it flows together in an effort, I suppose, to explore his underlying and hybrid ideology. In some ways I surprised myself\u2014I asked a lot of questions about tattoos. I\u2019m curious about what tattoos mean in our culture, (perhaps especially because I\u2019m spending the month in Providence and tattoos are really and truly all over the place). How are tattoos different from drawings? And where do those paths cross. Edie Fake seemed like a good person to talk to.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Caroline Picard, Bad at Sports: Contemporary Art Talk<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Hex, hex, hex. Lust, lust, lust. Edie Fake\u2019s newest book published by we-do-what-we-want publisher Secret Acres is something I didn\u2019t even know I wanted in comics. Was I prepared? No. Did I need my luggage packed? No, I just leave this earth and traveled with the Phoenix, washing my body and clothes out if I remembered while swimming through a haze of love, harm and hurt.<\/p>\n<p>After lusting for and loving on a human, the Phoenix accidentally kills the object of his affections. The Phoenix finds itself in many different environments: wacky ocean, on top of clouds and inside&nbsp;mountains of long ago where sea scientists and sexy deities respectively help the Phoenix achieve self-awareness. Fake\u2019s commentary on how we must categorize ourselves, label our own boxes&nbsp;gives way to a beautiful lack of any label.<\/p>\n<p>On this search for love and memories, the Phoenix runs into the man once again, who is now also a Phoenix. Luckily, he is forgiving and understands the pain of not understanding what someone wants.<\/p>\n<p>The book weighs heavily on sex as a theme but without being actually sexy or even exploitative with the leaves, bubbles and other such design-friendly fluid that comes out of apertures. What it may do in&nbsp;the reader is inspire an appreciation for sex as a creative outlet. As cookie-cutter plastic porn is so readily available, Fake\u2019s work can encourage the reader to look inside yourself and explore that which is unique to you.<\/p>\n<p>While it could behoove your understanding to hear more about Fake\u2019s personal life and sexual tribulations, read it once before listening to Robin McConnell\u2019s in-depth interview and then give it another&nbsp;whirl. The abstract storytelling of sexuality is both mind-blowing and beautiful in the two color coral and deep green printing (which looks a lot like black when scanned, unfortunately).<\/p>\n<p>And I cannot help but want to see Edie Fake collaborate with other golden-fleece themed cartoonists by creating a huge physical map with the Hypercastle of Mark Phensel (aka William Cardini), mindscapes of Theo Ellsworth or the Salt Mines of Dane Martin.<\/p>\n<p>Pick up Edie Fake\u2019s <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em> today!<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">-Jen Vaughn, The Center for Cartoon Studies\u2019 Schulz Library Blog<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Top 50 Books of 2010<br \/>\n12. <em>Gaylord Phoenix<\/em>, by Edie Fake (Secret Acres). Fake takes inspiration from a number of different sources for an exhilarating and frequently bewildering Hero&#8217;s Journey. Fake draws heavily from&nbsp;mythology, from the origin of his titular hero to the nature of the trials and tribulations he faces on the the road to self-actualization. The early portion of the book (as well as much of the figurework) seems to owe a lot to Fort Thunder-era comics, with Mat Brinkman&#8217;s brand of environment-explorations, lumpy character design and crystalline decorative touches all in effect. Fake changes styles from chapter to chapter, opting for more psychedelic effects later in the book, as well going to color to represent an ascent to a higher plane. The Gaylord Phoenix was once an ordinary explorer who was bitten by a &#8220;crystal claw&#8221;, transforming into his magical self but finding himself saddled with a blood-lust curse. That curse manifested when he met his soul-mate; after a scene of amazingly-depicted sex (where their penises are detachable tubes that look much like annelids), GP savagely attacks his lover. That begins his journey of redemption and reclamation of his memories, traveling from realm to realm and either fighting or screwing the various beings he encounters (and sometimes both). At its heart, this book is as much about gender identity as it is about sexual identity, as GP has to shed many false&nbsp;skins to get at the essential truth of its gender duality and see him\/herself through his\/her own eyes&#8211;instead of the eyes of others. This book is strange, spectacular and ultimately uplifting, even as it&nbsp;masks its ideas in mythological tropes and eye-popping visual effects. Fake is able to control the reader&#8217;s experience thanks to the simplicity of his character design combined with the complexity of his page composition and decorative touches. While aspects of the book feel familiar, they are melted down and forged into a unique aesthetic experience.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"txtReview\">&#8211; Rob Clough, High-Low<\/span><\/div><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>BIO Edie Fake&nbsp;was born in Chicagoland in 1980. He graduated from the RISD&nbsp;in 2002 and has since clocked time in New York, Los&nbsp;Angeles, San Francisco and Baltimore.&nbsp;He was one of the first recipients of Printed Matter\u2019s Awards&nbsp;for Artists and his collection of comics,&nbsp;Gaylord Phoenix,&nbsp;won the 2011 Ignatz Award for Outstanding Graphic Novel.&nbsp;In 2011 he helped [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":962,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1000"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1000"}],"version-history":[{"count":34,"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1000\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6001,"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1000\/revisions\/6001"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/962"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/secretacres.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}