This is an illustration I did ages ago that explored the awkwardness of “those” extended family gatherings – the ones where you’re suddenly expected to make conversation with people you last saw when you were in diapers and whose names you couldn’t remember if your life depended on it.
The upper half illustrates the image that we keep – saving face so to speak, while the lower half explores what’s really going on. Grandma has a gun, Aunt Susan is a klepto and dear Cousin Tom is a little friendlier than you remember.
*a note. This isn’t in any way based on my family. Except maybe for the dogs at the table. That’s pretty accurate.