Okay, hats off to anyone who gets it :D
This was an attempt at illustrating a rather surreal piece of prose poetry, called "Frog", written by Carsten René Nielsen. It was in Danish, but here's a brief rundown of each panel:
- It would be spring.
- The frogs would jump around the livingrooms.
- Don't get too close to the chandelier.
- Don't sh** in aunty Mary Anne's hair.
- Outside, the beech is ready to be shot out.
- We see the farmer strike the match and light the fuse.
- The spark goes all the way to the bark.
- Nothing happens.
- We look silently out the windows and to the sky.
- A frog the size of a zeppelin is hovering over the city.
Really fun to work on. Kinda want to try out the same thing with a story that makes some sense :D
The author actually found this blogpost and provided a translation, done by David Keplinger:
Here’s how it would be: spring, the windows would be open, the frogs jumping around the living room. “Not so close to the chandelier, little friends, and don’t you shit in Auntie Marianne’s hair!” Outside, the beech tree is ready to take off. We watch the neighbor strike the match and light the fuse, which fizzles all the way to the trunk. But nothing happens. The tree stays where it is. In silence we behold it from the window under an almost transparent sun. In the sky, above the city downtown, floats a green frog as big as a zeppelin.