We’re doing something special for this week: the first 20 people to donate $50 or more to our Kickstarter will receive a limited edition A3 sized print from local design wunderkind Edau. Each print is beautifully rendered and numbered. Receiving it in the mail will feel like receiving a personal high-five from us for supporting our local business, which is a great thing.
But wait! Since it is art, surely it has meaning, right? Allow me to entertain you, casual reader of cookie lore, in relating what I think this piece MEANS. Be forewarned, none of this should be taken seriously. At all.
On the surface, the girl on the left is Om Nom Nom’s head cookie, Anthea. On the right, is the man with a cookie for a head – a literal interpretation of a “Head Cookie” (we see what you did thar, Edwin) – escorting Anthea on some sort of delivery. What’s eating said Head Cookie? Your guess is as good as mine.
So Edwin’s hand is all up in this cookie jar because he drew it, and Anthea is obviously accounted for because her face is front and center. But where’s Andrew? Surely Andrew doesn’t always have cookies on the brain, nor is he a chinchilla, or whatever that thing is that’s eating the literal interpretation of a Head Cookie.
Here’s what I think is in those inconspicuous-looking Om Nom Nom boxes: Andrew. And the cookie monster thing courting Anthea? He’s clearly supposed to be the Clyde Barrow to Anthea’s Bonnie Parker.
BUT WAIT. There’s more! Remember, the artist is in control of what we see on the page. The decision to include the head cookie, Anthea, on the left and the Head Cookie on the right was a very deliberate choice made by Edwin. Ultimately I believe that they are the same person, the Head Cookie as a physical manifestation of the head cookie’s sinister id.
But the question remains: what’s eating the Head Cookie? This piece is rife with subtext, a mark of a great work of art and a clear indication that I should fear for my safety.
There’s your slice of cookie paranoia for the day.
[Ed. note: Andrew wrote this]
UPDATE 3:11 EST: Perhaps this crossbred chinchilla is a manifestation of the sinister id’s conscience, himself a mere physical manifestation! It’s a dream within a dream. Not sure why the artist chose to represent it as an angry dog-rabbit-chinchilla, but whatever. Mind blown.