My job as a cartoonist involves a lot of rejection. Every week, I draw six or so cartoons and if I am lucky, The New Yorker buys one. Here, I show you the results of another kind of rejection: sometimes my editor puts a call out to us (maybe 30 cartoonists, not sure of our numbers) for a “special” assignment. We can submit for the assignment or not, it’s our choice. This time, it was to draw ideas for a t-shirt for The New Yorker for its festival this fall in NYC. Here are my two submissions. I did not get the prize.
A vast amount of my work never sees the light of day (so to speak), but that’s part of my job.
And yet-I love my job.