Monday, November 10, 2014
My Mother Happened
On Friday, I linked to this strip from eight years ago (the last time Margo planned a wedding.. ha) and it's not like stylistically it's that different—we're still talking turtlenecks and squiggle art here—but there's some kind of nuance, at least. Some variation in expression and details and depth of field. I mean, Margo actually looks sassy!
Today's art... I don't know what to say about this. Weird eyes. Shrinking Margo. Is this funny? I went to my great-aunt's 92nd birthday over the weekend. She's mentally agile and a great conversationalist, but even if she wasn't, she's 92 years old. You don't make fun of an old person for not being able to do things as well as they used to. Frank Bolle is 90. Pointing out that the artwork is bad and was better when Frank was a young pup of 82 is like telling my great-aunt that her narrative style has gotten less succinct.
I don't know. Maybe it'll get funnier when Gabriella shows up and affects a British accent, which we'll only be able to detect by the spelling of words like "colour" and "programme."