Kirsten Rothbart’s comic art is busy. Very busy. It’s almost overflowing in fact, full of memorabilia which is stereotypically connected with adolescent girls but which is here turned upside down and scattered around bedrooms in a colour palette of sickly pinks and purples that deliberately juxtaposes with Kirsten’s parental guidance subject matter.
Her illustration focuses on teenage girls who have stayed out too late, figures who are being consumed alive by a Charles Burns-esque virus, and rage-fuelled anti-heroines with snake tattoos and Garfield ankle socks, and they’re all lounging and revelling in a junk pit of magazines, confetti, boxes of chocolates and ashtrays. In fact there’s a veritable feast of debauchery and twee imagery depicted in Kirsten’s inimitable style, and we’re expecting great things.