Enter a world where behind every suburban front door is a licentious bacchanal. Whether its ramheaded, alcoholic, paperpushers; hand puppet sex parties; or Hokusais insatiable octopus (who turns out, knows a thing or two about the saxophone), Cuneo renders each intimate tableaux with delightfully feverish pen strokes and delicate watercolors. Effortlessly combining the fantastical and the grotesque, with bulbous heads, dapper cats, muses depicted as gargantuan women, and a multitude of sex acts invented for the occasion. A pearlclutching, monoclepopping, kneeslapping graphic revelation.

When John Cuneo isn't gracing the cover of The New Yorker, being featured in Esquire, or winning every illustration award known, he fills a plastic container with drawings labeled "Loose Sketches.