Milton Glaser had guts. Here is his unconventional drawing of Count Basie.
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| Peter Max |
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| Joe Ciardiello |
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| Nick Galifianakis |
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| Bernie Fuchs |
Milton Glaser had guts. Here is his unconventional drawing of Count Basie.
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| Peter Max |
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| Joe Ciardiello |
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| Nick Galifianakis |
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| Bernie Fuchs |
What is the root cause of these mass shootings? The AR-15 long rifle was developed in the 1950s, first sold commercially by Colt in 1964, and has been around for almost 60 years. Mass killings with AR-type rifles have mostly occurred in just the last 10 years.
Ramirez raises a good point. What could possibly account for the increase in killings over the past ten years, if not cultural problems? Well perhaps:
"In the days of the frost seek a minor sun." -- Loren Eisley
The 1950s and 60s were great decades for American illustration. Magazine pages were getting larger, the quality of full color reproduction was getting better, editorial restraints were loosening, and creative experiments were encouraged.
Yet, already the chill winds of photography and television were being felt, and markets for illustration were beginning to dwindle. One by one, the large general interest magazines that previously purchased art by the bushel were dying.
As glamorous jobs became fewer and farther between, illustrators were forced to accept lesser work. One of the more reliable sources of employment between major projects was The Readers Digest. It had smaller pages, low quality paper, and was limited to line illustrations, often with just two colors. On the other hand, it paid illustrators on time. As a result, some of the greatest illustrators of the era, such as Robert Fawcett, Austin Briggs and Noel Sickles, eventually worked for The Reader's Digest.
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| Robert Fawcett illustrated the same story twice, first for Collier's (left) and years later for The Reader's Digest (right). Note the difference in size and production quality. |
Big shot illustrators who had become accustomed to basking in the public glow and driving fancy cars sometimes had to seek warmth from minor suns. How did they respond to this reduced status?
In the drawing below, the coarse pulp paper wouldn't hold a fine line well, even if The Readers Digest had the size or the budget for a detailed drawing of an immense jungle. So Sickles solved the problem with large, jungle-like shapes abstracted and screened.
Rather than be timid with a paper stock where the ink bleeds, Sickles took full advantage of it:
Is the page too small for conveying a panoramic vista? Is the printing process hostile to smooth lines? Not a problem.
Unlike some of his more slick and polished peers, Sickles was never afraid to go rough.
Sickles became a great illustrator by being tough and resilient and solution-oriented. He wasn't daunted by poor working conditions and he didn't reserve his favors for glamorous projects that afforded him a wide audience. He didn't view a smaller paycheck as a license to turn in second rate work. That work ethic, those standards, were a large part of what put him above so many other illustrators regardless of where his pictures appeared.
The same thing could be said for Robert Fawcett:
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| Briggs' distinctive linework was hugely influential at the time when young cartoonists such as Neal Adams and Stan Drake were learning to draw |
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| Horrible Readers Digest color |
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| Preliminary sketch |
To survive during the ice age of illustration, these resourceful artists had to gain warmth from such minor suns as they could find. They didn't disrespect the sun gods by doing lesser work. You never know how long that frost is going to last.
Besides, as Fawcett said,
The argument that "it won't be appreciated anyway" may be true, but in the end this attitude does infinitely more harm to the artist than to his client.
They became "trusted collaborators," passing each picture back and forth, merging their taste and judgment to improve the art. How were two such creative and innovative artists able to work jointly on every picture? Alice said:
The question we are most often asked is, “how do you work together?“ Everyone asks this of us because the stereotyped image of an artist is that of a lonely, starving figure working in a Garrett. People have forgotten that the first book Illustrators, the illuminators of the middle ages, worked in concert, one to paint the flowers, one to paint the figures, another to do the background and the texts. All through the Renaissance, artist studios were little factories.One of the things I liked best about the new book is the wealth of previously unpublished work which demonstrates how the Provensens worked together. They traveled the world, taking their sketchbooks with them and recording ideas every step of the way:
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| Two trees conjoined as one: the final resting spot for Alice and Martin Provensen on Maple Hill Farm |
For the last few days, the comics world has showered tributes to the great Neal Adams who passed away on April 28. There are many different reasons to celebrate this talented artist who transformed the comics industry.
Personally, I've always admired his fearlessness.
Adams applied black ink quickly and boldly-- a high risk activity. His eye invented ways to squeeze dramatic black shapes into pictures-- shapes that did not come from photo reference.
But Adams seemed to enjoy showing off his talent. Few could touch him.
This is not to say Adams was perfect. Especially in his early years his glib, lightning fast draftsmanship sometimes trapped him in a corner, as with the placement of this word balloon:
And his brashness sometimes missed the mark in other ways. A more cautious person would've been reluctant to propound some of Adams' loony scientific theories. But that's part of what I liked about Adams-- his utter fearlessness when it came to drawing the line as he saw it.
He was a remarkable talent who made good use of his life. He shall be missed.
Compare these two city street scenes:
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| This last painting-- a car Fuchs saw in Puerto Rico-- was one of his favorites. It hung on the wall of his studio for years, and was there the day he died. |