This was for Slate.com for a piece about the old saw- "Can men and women ever truly be friends?" I don't do sketches for Slate- there isn't time, my deadlines are three hours or less. Once or twice a year, I get one tossed back at me. The editors here thought that the bed was too loaded- but they liked the expressions- just wanted a couch. A little surgery- and there you go- to press, er post.
I did thid today for The Washington Post- it was about how the black community used to be a unified political whole- but is now splintering throughout the socio- economic spectrum. Sketches first:
I try this one every now and then- nobody ever gets it...
Here's the final art; we weren't sure if it would run in color or B&W so I gave them two versions.