#103: Lost and found
Hello revelers,
It’s time for a party. Like a really small party. Maybe just a gathering, but like a nice gathering. Okay, maybe just a night on the couch. But nothing fancy. Perhaps just a few cartoons?
This week we go to great lengths to please parents, and see an Easter egg go to therapy.
Turning up each week,
Chris
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Caption: “What have you got that says: we’re doing this to make our parents happy?”
Weddings are wonderful. Amazing. And sooooo much pressure.
Because, sometimes a marriage is proposed, and other times a marriage is thrust upon you. And then before you know it, someone’s pregnant and you’re living in some sort of Bruce Springsteen song.
Anyway, best put a ring on it.
A little artist’s note: We’ve all been there. Or, some of us have been there. Okay, maybe one or two of us have been there. But we can all resonate with where this one is going. We can all see the complexity that comes from family pressures to get married, and personal pressures to do the same. And this is coming from a man who has been engaged for 5 years with only a vague, distant idea of when his wedding will be. But I really like this cartoon because it’s a situation where the quiet part is said monstrously loud. And that’s always funny.
Visually, I know it looks simple, but spent a disproportionate amount bit of time trying to get the angle right. The people in my drawings have a certain angle that works best for them, and so getting that right, especially when I also need to include and entire jewellery shop, can be a challenge. And when I look at it, I can see the hard work that went into making it look this way, but what I hope, is that you can’t.
Small victories.
Caption: “I guess I’m just trying to find myself.”
Everybody’s looking for you, but are you closer to finding yourself?
That is the question I’m sure every Easter egg asks itself. And it would definitely ask its therapist, assuming it has one.
I guess it’s easier than asking where it came from.
P.S. I definitely feel like we cartoonists stand on the shoulders of giants, and I’m certain that one of those giants will have done this joke before, and possibly even in this way. So, if it is out there somewhere (I looked), then consider this a humble tribute to a greater pen.
A little artist’s note: I know, the elephant in the room. This is in colour! Like, actual colour.
The original version was in black and white though. My usual monochromatic scheme. But then I was like: Well, what if just the egg was a different colour? So then it became the blue you see here. But then I was like: Weeeeellll, maybe other things could be colour too. Maybe. And then, an unplanned hour later, I found myself colouring the entire thing. All the bits. Or, at least, most of the bits. And it turns out it looks pretty good.
Also, I’ve seen a few different uses of a similar gag. The one that springs to mind is one with Where’s Wally/Waldo, and it’s one of those bonafide classics. I’m not expecting that level of classic here, but I do think that if an Easter egg was seeking therapy, the conversation would likely go a little like this. Happy Easter!
Oh, and I almost forgot, this is my fourth Easter cartoon. You can find this and the other three on my Instagram.
Also, I’m taking a week off for the Easter break. I know, I know, how rude of me. But I’ll be back the following week. Because as if I could stay away.
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