The New Yorker
A portrait for The New Yorker of the first magician on the Las Vegas Strip. I wanted the drawing to feel like the old stage: a woman in a midnight blue gown seen from behind, a huge pale moon of light and red curtains opening on both sides.
The whole piece is about hands. She holds a long cigarette holder in one and a pair of small balls in the other, a dove lifts off beside her, and her shadow seems to have a few more hands than she does. That is the trick: the audience looks wherever she wants them to look.
