Check Out These Hilarious Cartoons Depicted By “The New Yorker” Magazine Artist

Will McPhail is a Scotland-based artist who, despite the pressure he felt to find a ‘realistic’ career, devoted his life to art. The zoologist is currently creating comics for the famous The New Yorker magazine.

He said in an interview with the BBC that his job is “to capture all different walks of life, the idiosyncrasies of life” and added that his ‘office’ is the wildlife of Edinburgh’s coffee shops and libraries.

“Your sense of humor is accumulated throughout your whole life, up to the point when your pencil touches paper; you’ve just got to hope it shows up,” McPhail revealed. “The reason why I’m decent at drawing cartoons is because I wasn’t very attractive in high school, so I developed a sense of humor as a deflection from that.”

He documents his work on Instagram where his cartoons regularly get tens of thousands of likes from his 166,000 followers.

Scroll down and check out his work below.

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When I was a kid we used to frequent this water park called “Waves” that had waves, but this story isn’t about the waves. Also, this story has nothing to do with the cartoon above. I just remembered it today and haven’t spoken to a person yet. Aside from the waves that gave “Waves” it’s iconic name, there was this water slide that started out like your standard tubular deal but then as a climax you were shot into this huge cavernous bowl-like structure with a hole in the bottom. It operated on the exact principle of those coin spiral things. Except I, my friends, was the coin! A little slippery penny of a boy! I loved it because amid the chaos and the chlorine of the water park the bowl was a brief moment of beautiful quiet solitude where it was just me again. Sometimes I think that I have never been happier than when I was inside that bowl. But HERE is where the story turns sour. One weekend me and the guys were putting out the vibe in the shallow end when I, hiding my desperation, suggested we hit up the bowl slide. The idiots took the bait and before long ya boy’s feet first sliding towards his wet oasis. The tube opened up and suddenly I was back where I belonged. But something wasn’t right. It felt different. I wasn’t alone. Skirting round to the far side of my beloved bowl I peered over my shoulder and confirmed my fear. There were other pennies in here. Three little kids somehow perched on the very brim of the bowl. Knees up around their chins. Silent. Staring at me. I stared back frozen in horror. Our gaze never broke as I circled the hole and eventually toppled through backwards. My friends soon followed behind me and without verbally deciding it, we headed back to the changing rooms. They too must have had their moment with the children in the bowl. But none of us ever spoke of it.

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This week’s @newyorkermag cartoon. 🐻

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