Over the next few days I'll be running illustrations that for one reason or another, (generally clients or bosses who were WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!) never ran.
Baccus here was for our newspaper's Sunday magazine section's annual booze issue. I imagined the old boy snoozing after stomping out a harvest's load of grapes. My editor felt readers would think he was blotto. (Of course, it also had nothing to do with running a nekid man on the cover in the Sunday paper, no, no.) What do you think?
I wanted to keep the colors clean and simple like the sketch. Oh, well. Artus interruptus.
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