Smile Brush: My Old Pictures

[The same review of the prequel I've posted] There is a chapter when Waroo explains why he doesn't cut his hair. Why he stopped caring how his hair looks. And that made me tear up, at that point I realised... how emotionally invested I was in this manga. This is a beautiful piece of work. The art, monologues, story....everything is simple & minimal. But as we all know, the heaviest impact isn't done with overcrowded art. I wonder if that caricatured & childish self-representation of Waroo in those panels gave the author some form of relief and refuge while painting his own memories and experiences. We allhave nostalgia about our childhood, the lost sense of wonder. Too often we adults realise the implications of each action and words we have now. Or how often we keep reminiscing the happy memories, or memories that left us with a sense of incompleteness. How much would you change if you could go back in time? Don't you often have the urge to share something unremarkably amazing? These days, you don't even have to put a simple thought in documenting you experiences, your smartphone's camera, the social media apps do take care of almost everything. All your creativity zipped and simplified within 140 characters. And that's when I envy the author of this manga. I'd give anything to be able to put out my own experiences & memories in such way.