I'm gonna do my best to keep the proud papa gushing to a minimum. Last night was the big extravaganza televised ceremonies honoring all the high school's theatre productions in a wide area of what is known here as the Lehigh Valley. It's kinda like a pseudo version of the Tony awards, with all the hype, limos, tuxedoes, red carpets, and excitement. My daughter came away with the prize, but has it all in reasonable perspective ( I don't ).
A couple of years ago I did a cover piece for the WSJ that must have made a lasting impression cause they seem to think of me for similar assignments, always citing this bull/bear piece. Tomorrow's cover illo is on the Chinese stock market. The request was to make it link to the earlier "costume" art.
For me, sometimes the challenge of the final art is to capture the kind of vigorous energy of the 3 minute initial sketch. Since sketches are designed to sell the concept, they are stripped of all the finessing that takes place in the finished product. I pitched this for an article on flood insurance...dunno if it will fly, but I am already attached to the flow and ebb of lines in this drawing....and it's never a good idea to become too attached.
Confession: I've always loved the ghostly B&W quality of x-ray's. I usually manage to convince doctors to let me have them. This is an x-ray of my greyhound's pelvis, taken this morning, after she took a nasty spill (is ok now). My obsession started long before seeing "The Man with X-Ray Eyes" with Ray Milland ( remember the last line in the film?..."if thine eyes offend thee, pluck them out"). I was the kid (sucker) that sent away for the x-ray glasses from the comic book's back cover. Once on, I really believed my eyes were penetrating women's clothing...was an imaginative adolescent. The orbs of light are not the chi or energy flowing through my canine....it's the trees behind the window where the pic was taken.