Here’s the drawing I sold to the New Yorker. There is, as usual, a long story here but the short version is that I had supplied them with Xerox copies of a number of drawings. I got a check that was labeled “boats” and I assumed it was a drawing of a couple of derelict boats that was part of the group. I enlarged the signature on the original of that drawing so that it would be readable when the drawing was reduced for the magazine. I brought that drawing to the art department at the New Yorker and gave it to the receptionist. The issue with my drawing in it was finally published two years later. Not only had I given them the wrong original but they published a different drawing with a little tiny unreadable signature.
