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MERDE!

The Wheelchair Underneath This Painting



Blanquet’s "Rancid Love".

Stephan Blanquet is a gimp from France who is fat as hell and has an incredibly hot girlfriend. He’s also the best cartoonist in the world. He’s so prolific, in fact, that you feel like an asshole calling him a cartoonist. He’s more of a sequential painter. Or maybe a graphic writer. One thing he is definitely not is agile. I had him stay at my house once in Montreal and left him with the TV remote and some pens before leaving for work. When I came back he was halfway out the back door, lugging his gigantic body behind him. It took him a while to get his breath to tell me what happened. Apparently, after taking a shit, he couldn’t get back in his chair. This meant throwing himself onto the floor and dragging both his fat ass and his chair out the back porch where he could amalgamate the two. I got there just before he pulled it off, but it had taken him almost five hours to get to where he was so I wasn’t about to blow the whole thing by stepping in. Half-an-hour later Stephan had wrangled his chair to a spot where he could pour his enormous frame into it. It worked. He was covered in sweat, his clothes were ripped, and he still hadn’t wiped his ass properly. After he got settled, all he said was, "merde, c’etait dur." I wheeled him back into the living room and passed him his art supplies. Within seconds, he silently started drawing the most twisted, dark, disturbing, and beautiful images I’d ever seen. Merde, I thought to myself, that guy can fucking draw.

OLIVIER LEMIEUX
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