LEST WE FORGET

Every year on this date I think back on Bernie Fuchs, a wonderful illustrator who left us too soon.  As time passes I'm even more impressed with his accomplishments.

Like all illustrators, Fuchs received his share of perfunctory assignments.  For example, illustrating a magazine article about a golf match; how much potential is there for glamour and excitement and creativity in pictures of middle aged men standing around on a golf course?  

The answer is: plenty, if you're the right kind of artist.

Fuchs' illustrations pulled readers into the article.  They gave the text significance, and added not a small amount of magic.  

That's a big reason why people once felt illustrations made an important contribution.   Today, if I sometimes seem to fault illustrations for falling short of their potential, for being uninspired or unambitious or cheesy, it's partially because of my memories of how Bernie approached new assignments.  

I'm not suggesting that Bernie's style from 50 years ago is a suitable style today.  I'm suggesting that regardless of style, his ambition for each new picture-- the inspiration that he felt for the project, and tried to instill in readers-- were part of what once gave illustration its greatness.

KUDOS TO THE NEW YORKER

Congratulations to The New Yorker for its compassion in supporting people with disabilities.  The art direction functions of the magazine are now being performed by the blind. 

Artistic selections are now being made using braille.

ADVANCE TOUR OF THE NEW LUCAS MUSEUM

 I've just staggered home from a preview of the new Lucas Museum of Narrative Art in Los Angeles, which is scheduled to open to the public on September 22.  Within the first 15 minutes I was already weak in the knees, and I still had an hour and 45 minutes to go.

The Lucas collection on display is astonishing.  It contains major galleries of some of the best work by Maxfield Parrish, Norman Rockwell, N.C. Wyeth, Frank Frazetta and many others. 

Here are some of my favorites from the Parrish gallery:

This is the main Rockwell gallery, although there are many other examples of Rockwell's work scattered throughout the museum:  

The museum owns works  by Wyeth, Alphonse Mucha, Leyendecker,  and many other famous narrative artists.  

N,C. Wyeth

Alphonse Mucja

Leyendecker

Frazetta

Frazetta 

Winsor McCay's Little Nemo

Alex Raymond's Flash Gordon

George Lucas made some remarks during the tour.  He said that, throughout his career he had worked with talented artists whose work would never end up in a museum as a result of factors totally unrelated to quality.  So he resolved to build a platform worthy of the art, one that would cause people to stop and regard this art with the kind of respect that it deserved.  The result is the eye-popping, innovative, billion dollar museum soon opening in Los Angeles.

I heartily recommend it to anyone with an interest in this type of art, or any type of art.

LOOSE

 

As I've written in the past, I'm a big fan of loose drawing, especially by artists who've already mastered tight, sophisticated drawing and returned to looseness on the other side.  It was true of Rodin.  It was true of Bernie Fuchs.  It was true of Austin Briggs.  And it's true of Tom Fluharty.

As Walt Whitman said, "I am for those who believe in loose delights." I found many of them in Fluharty's new book, appropriately entitled Loose.

The book contains hundreds of quick sketches of a wide variety of subjects, mostly sketchbook musings.

Even more than his drawing abilities, I'm impressed that Fluharty got close enough to draw these bikers in the Atlanta airport without getting the crap beat out of him.

I enjoy naive and primitive drawing, but there's something special about the loose, formative drawings of someone who has paid the dues to master technical drawings skills but is able to put those skills aside when a return to freedom and looseness is called for.  Knowledgeable freedom has a different look to it.

As T.S. Eliot wrote, "We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."

ONE LOVELY DRAWING, part 80

July 27 is the tenth anniversary of the death of gifted cartoonist Richard Thompson.  His tragic death at age of 58 was a great loss to the field of illustration as well as a personal loss to the many friends and admirers who loved him dearly. 

I always enjoyed Richard's sketch of presidential candidate and business executive H. Ross Perot, one of the very first in a line of plutocrats convinced that their business savvy qualified them to govern everyone else.  Richard drew this for The New Yorker.  

H. Ross Perot

If I've said unkind things about the quality of the drawing in The New Yorker in recent years, it's partly because Richard proved to me that even after hundreds of thousands of spot illustrations by hundreds of thousands  of illustrators, these images need not be boring and formulaic.  They can be fresh and insightful and creative additions to the text, even improving upon the text.

We miss you, Richard.

PAT OLIPHANT AND NEWSPAPERS IN THE GRAVEYARD TOGETHER

 

“You have to wake up every morning angry.” -- Pat Oliphant

Last week I wrote an appreciation of the late great Pat Oliphant (1935-2026) in The Comics Journal.

While writing it, I was struck by the fact that Oliphant's long, successful career was the result of a total fluke of time and place. 

He started out in a small town near Adelaide, Australia where nobody cared about current events.  He worked his way up to a job with the biggest newspaper in town, the Adelaide Advertiser, which Oliphant recalled "came out strongly for the weather." His drawings were heavily censored, not for political content (because there was none) but to make sure his drawings of cattle did not reveal a glimpse of a bull's pizzle.

Following in the footsteps of other great political cartoonists such as David Low, Oliphant fought his way out of rural Australia in 1964 to find a country with a market for his biting political observations and powerful drawings.  As I wrote in The Comics Journal,

It turned out that Oliphant’s talents were perfectly suited for the U.S. in the 1960s. If he had come to America today, when the newspaper industry is anemic and editorial cartoonists are on a tighter leash, he might have fallen flat and the world would’ve been deprived of thousands of brilliant and witty drawings. But the 1960s were a time of great political ferment and artistic audacity, a time of Richard Nixon and the Vietnam war.... The combination of Oliphant and 1960s America proved combustible chemistry. Within months he was attracting national attention....

Oliphant's cartoons appeared in 500 newspapers around the world.

Today Pat Oliphant is in the graveyard, but so are the opportunities for talented political cartoonists whose pointed drawings used to shock millions of readers out of their reveries.  Where does a political cartoonist with great talent go today to earn a living?  

Not long ago, Jeff Bezos's Washington Post began following in the footsteps of the Adelaide Advertiser, censoring the brilliant conservative cartoons of Michael Ramirez and the brilliant progressive cartoons of Ann Telnaes leaving nothing but editorial cartoons with pablum suitable for the rapidly diminishing, addlepated American readership.   Telnaes quit the Post on principle and turned to substack.  

Looking back on Oliphant's 50 years of impressive drawings, it's painful to think how all that amazing content might never have materialized if Oliphant was off by a few years, or a few miles.  It's even more painful to think about where such talent will be able to congregate in the future. 

To quote my good friend Thomas Gray:

Many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

TRIBUTE TO AN ILLUSTRATED BOOK, part 3

The False Gods by George Horace Lorimer was illustrated in 1906 by a young J.C. Leyendecker.  It is not mentioned in any of the reference books on Leyendecker.

1906 was an interesting moment for the world's perception of ancient Egypt.  19th century colonial exploration had revealed-- but not solved-- many of the intriguing mysteries of that fabled empire.  The discovery of King Tut's tomb, which sparked the international Egyptian craze, was still 16 years away. 

The Riddle of the Sphinx by Elihu Vedder (1836)

Books such as The False Gods filled in gaps between the the initial speculations and the archaeological facts.  Without photographs or scientific evidence, the public had to rely upon the imaginations of artists.  Illustrators were the George Lucases and the Steven Spielbergs of their day, inventing the images for an insatiable public and shaping their fantasies. 

In 1906, Howard Carter was an unemployed artist who had traveled to Egypt inspired by books.  He first found work copying tomb decorations.  During long stretches of unemployment, he supported himself by painting watercolors which he sold to tourists.  He wandered around the Valley of the Kings searching for ancient tombs and eventually became a bona fide Egyptologist.

Funded by British Lord Carnarvon, in 1922 Carter stumbled upon one of the most famous Egyptian archaeological discoveries of all time, King Tut's tomb.

In an era before television or the internet, illustrated books like this one served as a stepping stone to all kinds of explorations and achievements.