Welcome to a freshly-whipped up edition of the "Saturday" the book update, straight from the lukewarm oven of my mind.
I'm still cooking up page 35, but it's starting to look decent. I'm also beginning to look into agents, publishers, and all that other stuff that's necessary but not as much fun as drawing. Then again, what is?
This little amuse bouche comes from page 33. It's one of many "photographs" peppered throughout the book (by "photograph", I mean it's a drawing that's meant to represent a photograph. Inside another drawing. Inside a riddle wrapped in an enigma. Inside a book.).
There were always lots of photographs around our house when I was growing up. I figure that's pretty standard operating procedure for many families. Most of the time, a photograph is a small record of some happy moment in your life. And when you look at that moment, you can have a little bit of access to the memory and the emotion it captured. Photos also act as a kind of very specific historical record.
Like this one:
Of course, if the photo has more than one person in it, it can capture more than one memory. Don't get me wrong: I love me some happy photos. They're like Cheetos and ice cream sandwiches: always enjoyable. But sometimes I crave a little more emotional complexity. Something that starts off as one thing and then blooms as you consider it.
Mostly, "Saturday" is a lighthearted, goofy romp. But there's a little taste of dark and bitter in certain places. Not much, but hopefully just enough to be unexpected and let you appreciate the sweet parts.