When I was younger, living at home, I used to flip through my dad's New-Yorker magazines that he had a subscription to for years. I never read them, being a lazy bum, but I always carefully studied the cartoons. I never understood what technique the cartoon-artists use, and even though I had a hunch when I made this New Yorker-cartoon-inspired comic it didn't work out.
When I introduced birds into my imagery it was just on the notion that birds aren't used that often in comics or art nowadays. I might be wrong. Anyway, it seems that "the bird" quickly came to represent something in my subconcious. What it is I can't tell, but I blame it all on my mother, my father, my publisher and my psychiatrist.
The comic was part of my exploration into style and how comics work. I thought and think I had misunderstood everything about comics until then and has some sort of revelation when I realized that I did'nt have to stick to realism, that comics at it's best is when you create a universe totally cut off from reality. If this is true I leave to you though.
