Invasion

Wilson's small, sweet fantasy landscapes look as if they were made by an industrious 12-year-old girl under the influence of Henry Darger. Populated by scores of battling young girls and skeletons, they tell of an epic struggle between forces of life and death.

Incongruously, the many speech bubbles emitted by both girls and skeletons are filled not with the language of juvenile adventure fiction, but with extended passages of punditry lifted from the pages of magazines like Mother Jones, The Nation, The Weekly Standard and The New Criterion. Hand-printed in eye-straining tiny letters, the commentary -- on topics like corporate corruption, the Republicans' supposed theft of the presidency, the Iraq invasion, globalization and so on -- seems to bear no relationship to the pictorial action.

After a while, though, it starts to make a certain poetic sense. Maybe primitive and juvenile mythic narratives do underlie the technocratic chatter about complicated national and international disputes that so trouble the world.
-Ken Johnson, The New York Times