For seven issues, Arcade was the counterculture’s heartbeat. It was where R. Crumb’s neurotic sketches met S. Clay Wilson’s grit, and where Spiegelman began the very first seeds of what would eventually become Maus . But like many revolutions, it was lightning in a bottle—brilliant, loud, and over far too quickly. For decades, the original pages yellowed in attic boxes, and the vibrant, subversive colors faded into a grainy memory. The Restoration

The restoration ensures that when the neon finally burns out, the art of Arcade stays bright.

The neon hum of the 1970s was usually reserved for jukeboxes and dive bars, but for Bill Griffith and Art Spiegelman, the glow came from a drawing board. In 1975, they didn't just want to draw cartoons; they wanted to build a cathedral for the "Underground Comix" movement. They called it .