When covid got hold of me last week, most of how I work stayed intact (same room, same place in the room, same non-schedule schedule); the major change was lack of energy. I’d draw something or other, and then feel too tired to do anymore. Usually while working, if something goes down on a work sheet that I think has a fighting chance of success, I draw it up immediately and then place it in a pile of other “finished” drawings. Some of those may be submitted to The New Yorker. Some don’t make the final cut on Tuesday (deadline day).
This past week, instead of finishing drawings, and placing them in the to-go stack, I just kept moving along piling up work sheets; the idea being I’d come back to them and give them another look once I felt more energized. I’ve never liked this way of working — it takes away from the attention each drawing gets if worked on through the week.
But with the weekly deadline approaching, ya gotta do what ya gotta do, and so this morning I splayed the worksheets out and started to look for likely candidates for next week’s submission.
Here is approximately a week-and-a-half of work sheets (in the midst of these a few other ideas — two? three? — were completed and finished and placed in the go pile). My favorite of this bunch below just might be the page on the upper right of the drifting guy waiting for something to happen. Much like I’ve felt recently.
