Napkin cartoon

Cartoon drawn on the back of a napkin in the branch of EAT on Long Lane, London EC1A 4HY. This is to demonstrate that in these times of austerity there cannot always be a cartoon that has a joke or is of reasonable quality. This is a rough version of a cartoon that may or…

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Cartoon drawn on the back of a napkin in the branch of EAT on Long Lane, London EC1A 4HY.

This is to demonstrate that in these times of austerity there cannot always be a cartoon that has a joke or is of reasonable quality.

This is a rough version of a cartoon that may or may not ever exist. No one can be sure whether they are wearing ecclesiastical robes, long winter coats or hospital gowns.

Suggestions as to the meaning of this work welcomed in the comments below.

18 Comments

  1. It makes think of all the people dressed the same like sheep, wondering blind needing The Shepard.

  2. They are dancing, it is very clear that the couples the front of the cartoon are doing the do-si-do

  3. They’re all trying to find St Paul’s Cathedral but nobody knows the short cut.
    I never knew EAT had napkins. They are going up in the world. Last time I was there they only had serviettes.

    1. I suppose I mean paper napkins. I know it isn’t posh, but I’ve had a good number of ideas there whilst gazing out of the window forlornly.

  4. I think it is a vision of what church meetings would be like without any sort of pew or walls – just a sort of directionless milling about, glumly trying to find a rota for one’s own sanity.

    1. It could well be. I may have to use the phrase ‘glumly trying to find a rota for one’s own sanity’ somewhere.

  5. The woman in the centre is the only one carrying anything, and the only one frowning. She is burdened. unable to enjoy her walk as the others do. She is carrying…what? Her past? A broken heart? Her sin? Anxiety? Or merely a heavy purse? She is our avatar, navigating a world that seems blissful, walking among people who seem lighter, easier, more free than she is, ever has been or is ever likely to be. And so her expression is of sorrow just about to break into despair. She is the Scream a moment before the scream.

    The depth and subtlety of your work is truly astonishing.

  6. Today I begin my Lenten pilgrimage. My personal journey takes me on a lonely path, a track into the great labyrinth. I am focussed. My mind is empty. I am alone, alone, alone …

  7. Her handbag matched her shoes, but somehow it didn’t seem right, and certainly not comfortable.

  8. It reminds me of a Lowry painting. I love the way the people go back for miles and miles (though I couldn’t tell you why!)

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