Back in the early twenty-tensies I had my 15 minutes of fame with a project called Yelping With Cormac. As I described here, my creative spark for that project disappeared one day, never to return. But I quite missed the Internet love, so I set about starting another project. Around this time I rediscovered drawing.
When I was I kid I made drawings almost every day. My dad brought home reams of printer paper from work. I drew castles, tanks, warships. I jealously hoarded left-handed pencils.
Fast forward to adulthood, and a couple dispiriting years in art school, and I was burnt out. I stopped drawing for about 10 years. When I was around 30, my artist girlfriend at the time inspired me to begin drawing again. So when Cormac stopped yelping I turned to my sketchbook.
My first project was Say It With Sea Otters, in which cute animals related life’s hard, bitter truths. It elicited a sort of sad laugh in me, and in some number of people on the Internet. Maybe you can tell it was not a happy time for me.
So I moved on to a more uplifting* idea. *ish, see below.
I have always loved strange rabbit holes in the design world. One of my favorites is the airline safety card (and the even more delicious airline safety video). I love airline safety videos so much that I made a parody safety video for the San Francisco Ballet Green Team.
So I thought—wouldn’t it be funny if there were safety cards about how to live, especially about how to navigate life’s imponderables.
Some of my favorites:
I have since lived on a goat farm, and loved it… This comic was a big hit with goat bloggers. Goat bloggers are a thing.
A reflection of my state of mind in 2014. I still long to meet Nell, the 29-year-old textile artist.
Ouch. I needed like 10,000 hugs. This was more or less what went through my mind when I wandered the streets of Oakland. An impoverished social life meant I fantasized about the dizzyingly attractive baristas in my neighborhood. But even my fantasies had sad, hard endings.
Yeah, ouch. Even closer to home now that I live on Orcas Island and the Southern Resident Killer Whales are good-naturedly starving to death on my doorstep.
My favorite. My neighborhood in Oakland was ghost town during the day. I knew this because I worked from home. On my regular walks, I would talk to the neighborhood cats. Then I wondered, what if they talked back?
I still get a laugh out of these comics. And I’ll add that I drafted them with the intention of using them as video storyboards, if ever the opportunity arose. Still a goal of mine: To make instructional videos for life’s imponderables.
Evan Wagoner-Lynch is sponsored by Standard Rainbow