JEAN “Moebius” GIRAUD – Part Two

First Meeting
I first met Jean Giraud at the Hollywood Hills home of my close friend, Mad cartoonist Sergio Aragonés. Jean was visiting Los Angeles, probably for some film-related work. Sergio and Jean were already friends, having met in Paris. By that time I was well acquainted with the breadth of Giraud’s fine work. We hit it off immediately.

I enjoyed and was dazzled by my first conversations with Giraud. The residue of what he said and how he said it lingered with me for days. Like the art he produced as Moebius, each sentence or thought he expressed usually had about seven layers of meaning.

There was the simple surface meaning of what he said, the metaphysical meaning of his conversation, the spiritual meaning, the metaphorical meaning, the poetic meaning and so on.

Jean didn’t labor to come up with so much subtext to his conversations. For him it was as natural as breathing. He was simultaneously gentle and joyful, constantly exuding a quiet celebration of life and art.

Lifestyle
Jean Giraud maintained an extraordinarily flexible and vibrant lifestyle. Often, he would get on a plane, fly to somewhere like Tahiti, promptly establish a residence there and then eventually send for his family.

Or not. An extremely prolific artist, these trips stoked his imagination and fueled his creative fires. His two week stay in Venice, Italy resulted in an entire book:

Using what Jean saw in Venice as an inspirational point of departure, Giraud produced masterpiece after masterpiece from that short trip.

In addition to his regular bread-and-butter gig of his highly popular Lieutenant Blueberry comics, he continued to produce volume after volume of gorgeous comic art under his Moebius pseudonym.

One Response to “JEAN “Moebius” GIRAUD – Part Two”

  1. Rick Tucker says:

    Bill,
    Thanks fro your experiences and insights into the man, the artistic phenomenon, Jean Giraud. So much of his work shows an openness to all aspects of humanity, from run down city streets to mystical desserts, poor beggars to tribal shaman. And he did all so well that it was hard not to admire his skills but also his take on the worlds captured in those frames.
    It’s a shame so few of his works are made available in English anymore. I’m glad I bought everyone I could find! His last new Arzach book had me hopeful that more was on the way. It’s terrible that he’s gone but his legacy is incredible. I met him only one time but it was great, one of those moments I’ll cherish for a long time.

    Rick

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