I’ve been looking at it on and off all morning and I just don’t get it.
It’s a New Yorker cartoon from 1967. New Yorker cartoons generally aren’t especially funny, but I usually understand the point of the joke.
I’ve been looking at it on and off all morning and I just don’t get it.
It’s a New Yorker cartoon from 1967. New Yorker cartoons generally aren’t especially funny, but I usually understand the point of the joke.
I find it interesting that despite everything being all skewed and disconnected, yet there is not one single piece (except the artist name that doesn’t count) that is separated from the whole. We are all in this together, whether we want to be or not.
(the only exception seems to be a single arm bulge/shadow thing, but I hope you get what I mean overall)