I am the Eggman

José Parrondo's strips work like puzzles. The line is simple, the clean images, the minimalist style, the instant attraction. But in the face of These pages are apparently silent, but questions arise: is this window a painting? Is this landscape artificial or real? Is this tree flat or three-dimensional? ? Is there one Eggman or several? Is he here or somewhere else? The action takes place Is it happening outside or inside? Is what we are looking at What are we really seeing? So many questions that every reader will have to ask negotiate with one's inner self to discover the nonsense that leads to laughter real. Eggman, a small egg with short legs and round eyes like marbles, takes us into an unusual universe where the games of scale, the trompe-l'oeil and illusion reign supreme. Painting, telescope, window, staircase, lock, comic book bubbles, circles, squares, dashes dot its adventures. By mixing identifiable objects and purely graphic elements, José Parrondo plays with the signs and codes of comics to create a a delightfully absurd universe full of poetic dissonances, all the while juggling without restraint with the retina and the intelligence of its readers. For this album, José Parrondo alternates techniques again: from silent strips in black and white are added a series of acrylic paintings mixing drawings, puns and some photographs.