I keep coming back to this image.
I keep coming back to what it means, both to it’s creator - whose story is unbelievable and whose real-life triumph in the face of adversity is indescribable - and to me.
Comics, for me, are a safe place. I want my comics to be fun. Hopeful. Optimistic. And this piece captures that so perfectly.
We are, all of us, safe here. These worlds that these characters inhabit? They may grow, they may change, they may start over fresh or disappear forever, but they live on in us and in the feelings their memories elicit within us. Their lessons - of tolerance, of bravery, of kindness and nobility, of humor and love and passion and all that is good in the world - stay within us for as long as we hold true to those lessons.
We are, all of us, part of the family of comicdom. We are each that young boy, brought into this fantastic world of adventure and excitement and made to feel as though these characters and their adventures are our own. And we are safe there.
They welcome us with open arms - they do not judge us - and they tell us that we belong there and that, in this place, we are free just as they are to feel empowered. To feel adventurous. To feel safe.
I feel that comics too often lack the sense of wonder, fun, and adventure that this piece evokes. I feel that comics too often don’t feel like a safe, welcoming place for all of us - kids, adults, and everyone in between.
This doesn’t make me feel this way. I feel as though the title is true. I’ll be safe here. We all will be.