For some inexplicable reason, I've generally found it easier to have unpleasant drawings published.
I did the above dyads in pen to illustrate a poem, one in a series of broadsides for a press known as Woodrose, in Michigan, as well as one other drawing for a different broadside in the series.
The piano player was published in a small press magazine which didn't bother to include my name (such is life). The drawing was inspired by a neighbor (in Queens) who bought a concert grand piano and proceeded to practice day and night: nothing would stop him. Nothing could stop him. I don't regret leaving Queens, N.Y., which, when you think about it, is part of Long Island.