John S Cuneo
Rolling out the the gold carpet
This week's New Yorker cover. A little comment on simple pleasures, and the privileges of wealth.

This sketch was submitted last year. As usual with these things, there are qualities in the first rough attempt that are damn near impossible to replicate. You try and make a couple adjustments, fix a few "mistakes" and hope you haven't done too much damage.

mens club
A larger piece (for me, at least) about 30 x 20", on illustration board . I started drawing somewhere in the middle and then jumped around, adding bit and pieces and tried to keep going and ignore mistakes until I ran out of room to make any more of them. It's not a real upbeat drawing, but there are a few happy guys, and also some bunnies. 'Kind of hard to see- I'll include some detail shots below.

Liar liar, pants on fire.
I'm really conflicted about the Brian Williams scandal. I've always liked the guy I see on TV. I think his sense of humor (and what I've blithely assumed are his political leanings) has somehow mitigated my outrage. It illuminates a media prejudice that I'm a little embarrassed to cop to. Pretty sure I wouldn't feel the same wincing hesitancy and regret about pitching this sketch were it about Bill fucking O'Reilly (not the fairest comparison, I know, but..). The New Yorker, on the other hand, betrayed no such hesitancy in summarily shooting this here copter down.

sad little drawings
These are New Years babies. Drawn un-optimistically on the first day of 2015.

'Have been drawing sad cartoons, which means they may not even qualify as cartoons at all, which is kind of sad in itself.

Here's another one. It's fall down funny.

Something on the back of a menu, done at the bar of a local establishment where nobody bothers me.

Another sorry sketch book attempt at trying to draw cute animals.

This one is sad because his foot is on backwards.

I think this was based on a photo of John Lithgow and Glen Close. I'm afraid that someday, someone I like will say this to me.

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