The Lunatic Right
Thanks to Stephanie Glaros at Utne Reader for this great assignment, titled "Stealing the Constitution"; unhinged - reclaiming our constitution from the lunatic right, I pitched the idea of the huckster and she let me rip.
Tilling the Page
Sometimes, an image rattles around in my head for years before it makes it to ink on the page. This is a new companion piece to a drawing I did years ago on the history of literature. I regretted that the huge contribution women writers have made through the centuries was not represented in the original image.
In Black & White, With A Bite
Always happy to receive an assignment in good ol' B&W, this one from Nick Jehlen, at the Progressive. This drawing illustrates a book review of a new book written by Wendell Potter, who "is the guy who spent two decades as a top PR man for Humana and Cigna, but finally got fed up with the cruelty of the private health insurance companies. After he quit, he went public, testifying before Congress in 2009 and getting a nod from President Obama in a speech to that body." After years of working at the behest of the industry, he came to the realization that he was engaged in immoral and corrupt behavior. He is one of the few who listened to his inner voice. And of course, the industry fought back. A must read...Deadly Spin, by Wendell Potter.
Satchmoe - R.I.P.
Satchmoe's track name was simply "Moe". I thought it best to create a new name for his retirement, but keep it phonetically similar, and settled on "Satchmoe", borrowed from my jazz hero, Louis Armstrong. Satch satyed on the track a couple of years longer than most Greyhounds, indicating that he was a champion dog, and earning money for his owners well past the point that most dogs are done away with. Acclamation to a comfortable domestic existence was not easy for him, and there was a definite distrust of people initially. But soon, he abandoned his fears and became the sweetest dog imaginable, and lived to a ripe old age. There was also an unusual regal dignity about him. All a retired Greyhound really wants is kindness from people, a cushy place to rest their weary, bony body, and an occasional run. Although he died several years ago, I am glad I did this drawing of him while he lived.