Something from the old kill stack. This was started as a piece for an editorial project. I don’t do a lot of editorial projects. In fact I almost never do them probably for two main reasons. 1. I don’t particularly like them/I’m not particularly good at them and 2. I don’t get asked very often (see number one).
I much prefer illustration work that is narrative in nature. Not that editorial work isn’t sometimes straight ahead narrative in nature, but those jobs usually go to Pete de Seve. Fine with me. I get to cut them out and put them on my bulletin board. Always beautiful…Anyway, I sometimes get called for those more intellectual/abstract/ symbolic pieces. And I stare into space for a long time thinking about what the color red is really about. I try and draw a deeply meaningful severed human hand holding a dental instrument with the statue of liberty in the background draped in black. See, I suck. But if it needs kids and dogs and adults arguing and has to do with the kids table during the Holidays, well, I’m there. And then I wasn’t. Anyway, here is the piece. Not sure if it is finished. Maybe I will put in some more hours and turn it into a postcard.
Ha! Reminds me of Christmases with my Italian relatives. It got really loud. I was stuck at the kids’ table until I was fifteen—with my six-year-old cousin. It was so humiliating. But I was probably safer there than at the adults’ table.
I think you start to really like the ‘kids table’ a soon as you can no longer sit there.
-M