When I’m wearing my artist cap, I enjoy illustrating and cartooning. Several years ago, I began doing short, strange comics for fun and giving them to the people that inspired them. I don’t do nearly as many as I used to, but I try my best to stay in the habit. At this point, I’ve drawn maybe 90 or so.
I remembered recently that I’d done a comic about a set of fictional triplets for my friend Kirsten. It’s safe to say that, when I drew this, I never fathomed my wife and I might have triplet children of our own:
Apologies if it’s a little strange or grim for you, particularly if you came expecting new ultrasound images or screwball thoughts on baby strollers.
Anyhow, I thought it was too coincidental not to post. (And wouldn’t it be weird if ours were born on the evening of September 3rd? Entirely possible, that’ll be 35 weeks. Cue Twilight Zone music.)
hahaha – absolutely fantastic!
I’ve always liked this one. Strange and grim, yes. But that’s what I like about it. 🙂
Thank you!
But what I really want to know was Stacey’s demise an accident or an intentional act brought on my the letter she opened? Hmmmmmmm 🙂
Have fun,
Al
The captions don’t lie, Al! It’s Stacey what done it t’herself. And I think you’re on to something with the letter she opened.
Funny stuff. I remember reading that one before. Liked it then and still do. By the way, do you know Diane Arbus? Check it out and get your camera ready!
http://www.liveauctioneers.com/item/7948254
These kids could be a gold mine!
The name sounds familiar. Very cool, Bob. I dig.
Also, speaking of turning your multiples into a cash cow, that reminds me of another comic I did:
Apparently, multiple births was somewhere in my subconscious for years and this is the physical manifestation. Gulp.
Hey! This is my comic! I love this comic and I still have it! 🙂
Hang onto it, Greer. Someday you’ll trade it for MILLIONS.
Strange, my triplets were born 9-3-10