By Olivia Sullivan (Avery Hill)
ISBN: 978-1-917355-26-1 (TPB/Digital edition)
Tired? Fed up? Overheated? I might have what you need right here.
Addressing the same inner discontents and travelling the same internal pathways as Clare Scully’s The Wilderness Collection and Lizzy Stewart’s Walking Distance, radical designer surrealist storyteller and visual poet Olivia Sullivan’s pictorial mantra Oracles traces an internal voyage via meaningful personal place-markers through a trip back to solid emotional grounding after a surrender of stability and overwhelming chaos… like deep personal loss…
In the narrative guise of such a loss, our age-shifting narrator offers a step aside and away from communal modern life and a trek to familiar haunts and abandoned notions. Staccato bursts of thought wedded to clear, neutrally informative images are blessed with muted tones and a restricted palette that enhances the patterns, pictures and poesy of an epigrammatic, near-synaesthesic catalogue of visions. Haiku-adjacent listicle-prayers, like an OCD-gripped da Vinci, Whitman or Thoreau count down and tick off their necessities for finding their happy place again.
Looking for something better and happier, we travel back to cheerier venues of a deeply personal past, noting what is still the same, refreshing worn attitudes with mycology miracles, a personal shaman and confirmation of A Good Trip Well Had. The reconnection with a better yesterday and lost mother take us on to a universally connected consciousness shared by all animals until we come to our old new home again…
Unless there is something clinically, certifiably, diagnosably wrong with them, every human being can be caught by a full sensory burst when all cognitive spark plugs fire in a moment when Wonder, Clarity, Appreciation and unleashed Emotion Centres all go bang at once. Sometimes the experience needs to catch you complacently elsewhere and off-guard. Simply opening up to rituals or a certain relaxation of daily processes and safeguards just happens, but whenever it does, the result is magical as everything old is new again – but more so…
That all-encompassing transitional moment of fresh sensation is explored here in a procession of mergers between crystal clear drawing and incisive lyrical descriptions with icons of the natural world great and small attempting to share the woosh of wow and sheer wonder we all get when taken unawares by nature, reality, or each other. Drugs and religion or the right person at the right time can do it too…
Words as pretty as a picture. Heady visions framed (or it that trapped?) in manageable, consumable little boxes all carry the reader like a surfboard on big wave, or leaf in a cataract, providing mental bricks for you to build your own in-head house. In the end you arrive back but is it still you now?
You decide.
The most wondrous thing about comics is their sheer versality. In terms of narrative, exposition, mood-setting and information dissemination, nothing comes close, and the range of visualisations span near-abstract construction to hyper-realism. If the end-consumer is particularly receptive, the author can even dial back on narrative or plot or characterisation and let a succession of carefully-applied images make a story unique to each reader. It’s like jazz for your head and before your very eyes…
In all the most telling ways, we’re still monkeys clinging to rocks. We can’t help but respond viscerally to our environment: cowed or elated by stony heights, drawn to and pacified by pools and gardens, inexplicably moved to fear or joy by forests. It’s in our blood and bones: nobody stands on a mountaintop or looks down into the Grand Canyon and says “meh”…
When someone really talented and truly invested channels such primal responses, the fires of creativity can push right into the hindbrain to our inner primitive. It’s a trip worth taking.
There’s a route map and bag ready right here…
© Olivia Sullivan, 2026. All rights reserved.
Today in 1917 award winning scripter, author and screenwriter Bill Woolfolk (Captain Marvel, Bulletman, Blackhawk, Batman, Superman, Plastic Man, Captain America, Sub-Mariner) was born, whilst two true giants – Alex Toth and Peyo/Pierre Culliford shared the birthday in 1928. In 1953 Jerry Bingham (Beowulf, Batman: Son of the Demon) joined the party.
Today in 1979 Stan Lynde’s western Latigo debuted, whilst in 1990, we saw the last instalment of Katsuhiro Otomo’s epic Akira.