It is a young man's right - nay, his responsibility - to dream. I've had several 'dream' clients on my list since I was just a wide-eyed and apple-cheeked li'l illustrator and it's been a rewarding experience ticking them off the list as the years wear on. Admittedly some of these dream clients/assignments elude me and I'm not grandiose nor delusional enough to believe that I'll ever complete the list, but I'm profoundly grateful to have been awarded the opportunity to work with as many as I have.
With that nauseatingly mawkish intro out of the way I give you my latest piece for the venerable New Yorker. This one a front-of-the-book piece depicting 3 'GenX' actors who are currently starring on the Great White Way. From L-R: Ethan Hawke in Macbeth, Billy Crudup in waiting For Godot, and Sarah Jessica Parker in The Commons Of Pensacola.
Thanks be to Art Director Jordan Awan who just happens to be the coolest guy in town and that's a natural fact.
Drawing for me is an improbably physical process. There's no tea-sipping, no Lite FM sountrack and no attention paid to proper posture. I greedily plow through reams of paper and pitilessly grind countless pencils down to nubs in the course of production. I hunch and twist and bear down so hard that I often leave an imprint on several sheets of paper in a stack; it's more akin to carving than most people's understanding of 'drawing'. That's me. I'm tight as a goddamn drum.
A few days after publication I recieved word that the NYer's office had been contacted with a request to purchase the original art. Fortunately I find that most people are in touch with our digital age and are amenable to the receipt of signed archival prints in lieu of 'original artwork'. I'd have felt conflicted selling them the actual 'original': a crooked and smudged ball-point pen drawing on letter-sized copy paper.
After a trial run at the school Halloween party last night it has been decided to shelf this mask and go as a nunchuck wielding ninja instead. A special thanks to Party City on Atlantic Ave for saving our asses with the last minute costume.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
L-R: High School Chemistry Teacher, Tighty Whities, Hazmat Suit, Heisenberg.
Man, did you see Breaking Bad last night? Hard to believe it's coming to an end after keeping our collective asses on the edge of our collective seat for the past six years. Nearly impossible to guess how things'll turn out too- the story is so masterfully and meticulously crafted that - as in life - the principle characters are likely to do the very opposite of what you'd expect of them. They're fallable and complex and cunning and obtuse and capricious and tender and blackhearted. One would be hard-pressed to name a single character that is without some deep flaw in his nature. Of course there are moments where it behooves the viewer to expand their definition of plausibility, but as a whole it's as compelling and engrossing a drama as anything I've ever come across. If you're not watching it, well- don't start now. Only three episodes left!
This was a half-pager I recently completed for Jordan Awan at the New Yorker. He wrote asking if I'd be willing to tackle a Walter White paper doll. You'd have to be real stupid or real dumb to turn a gig like that down. I jumped at the chance and had a ball doing it.
So here you are, dear Drawger reader: print, cut, fold and tweak away!