On Outsourcing My Father is an illustration for The New Yorker. The title already holds a strange, tender idea, so I wanted the picture to carry two people in one figure.
A young player stands alone on an empty court with the ball in his hands, lit by a low, warm light. His shadow stretches across the floor, and inside it the figure is older and lying still. I kept the court in dark woods and slate so the red of the player stands out and the shadow reads as a quiet second presence.
