Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Sparky


Snoopy on his doghouse is a classic icon.

A nice portrait from his early years, shown on his memorial service program.

From the memorial service program. I think he had a trademark way of posing with his hand like that. I can't believe it's been 9 years since he passed away.

Such Class

So this is the letter that inspired me to write to the NCS, and as you can tell from the letter dates, I wasted no time.



National Cartoonist Society

I ate, lived and breathed cartooning in my teens. I didn't just clip and collect, I wanted to BE a cartoonist. I drew and drew, created strips and samples, paid for and participated in the Famous Artists Cartoon Correspondence School. It's a wonder I didn't become a cartoonist. I DID learn to cartoon, but other interests, from theater to journalism and finally the Draft Board itself dragged me to other pursuits. Oh, I cartooned hear and there, for the Army and different advertising gigs. But I never did a strip and I heave a heavy sigh when I say that. But I love the strips, well, that is, the old strips. Comic strips today leave me cold.


In the packet was a photocopy of a 1959 cover of one of their publications, drawn by a guy named Wood.  Yeah, yeah, Wally Wood. It's got all these caricatures of cartoonists in a banquet room with a bar. I recognize some of the faces in there, including Rube Goldberg back next to the Rube award he designed. And it's funny how Wood made some of the cartoonists meld with their characters, like Hank Ketchum with Dennis the Menace, Ernie Bushmiller with Sluggo, Bill Mauldin with Willie (or is it Joe?), Dave Breger with his character. Charlie Schulz is just plain Charlie Brown. And the caricature of Walt Kelly blended with Pogo is perfection! I thought that was Woody himself back there talking with Al Capp, but if you look 4 figures to his left that REALLY is Wood. Maybe he's in there twice? Didn't Woody win an NCS award?

I love the roll call of all these cartoonists on the letterhead. I only just now see that Gil Kane was once the official Historian.

And hey, Mort, I want to talk to you about that Album that I paid for and never got...

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Happy Sunday! Happy All Week! in 2,001,966 B.C.

This is only my second week of Kelly Sunday and already I'm missing a consecutive Sunday strip from 45 years ago. But there's lots of Walt Kelly to fill in. Kelly aficionados will know most of the stuff I Kelly post, but it's all fun to look at anytime for any reason, I say.

This cool Kelly self-portrait is from MacLean's Magazine of April 15, 1950

Every Kelly fanatic probably owns these two books, but I adore them and want them with me when I'm cremated (there are so many books I want with me then, that they'll have to put me and all the books in a boat, set it afire, and drift it out to sea).

Love that background detail!

Kelly's art, from the early 50s especially, is so cute and warm and cuddly and his satire was so sharp and gritty. Somehow he combines those qualities in this take on Senator Joseph McCarthy. Boy I love his spot drawings, perfect weighted lines and spotted blacks.

And this is a preview of what to expect from the Mars sequence, later down the line. There's an awful lot of scanning to do for that and I need to wrap up a lot of deadlines before I can get to it. But oh, I'm looking forward to it, it's so great to be able to zoom in on his great detail.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Who's Who

Once upon a time I came across Who's Who in America, in my school library. Noting with interest that addresses of famous people were published rather nonchalantly, I became pretty excited when I saw that some of my artistic heros were in there as well. 

I started writing to people I admired.

And they started writing back.

With some I continued a mild correspondence, meaning nothing to them, I'm sure, but everything to me.

The letter above from Norman Rockwell refers to an episode I had where one of my paintings was accepted into a show, when I was in high school, but my art teacher cracked me over the head with extremely harsh criticism and mockingly compared it to a Rockwell painting.

One guy who never wrote back was Picasso. He was probably busy or something.

Ebb and Flow of Opinion

Rockwell certainly went through the ebb and flow of critical opinion over the years. The "people" , of course, always admired him, much of the time for his 'realism' and storytelling, the very qualities that damned him with the professional critics. But times changed, the critics admired him and the people took him for granted. And then it changed again, and again. Such is life, in the art world and beyond.








Monday, March 9, 2009

My Favorite Romance Magazine Cover

Let's start out my new favorite things category with My Favorite Romance Magazine Cover. From 1936, it's unsigned, but I'm venturing a guess, or maybe a hope, that it is an Andrew Loomis painting or pastel. Parts of it don't quite seem his style, but I know he worked in a variety of ways and mediums. Another guess might be an early Earl Bergey, but, well, I just don't know who dunnit. But it just doesn't matter . . . it's one of my favorite things.


The eyes have it.

And Loomis sure had a way with eyes.

A Few of My Favorite Things

When you love all images, it's pretty pointless to pull a few  aside and say I 'love you more than the others', but a person can't help but to have some favorites. I'm going to make that an ongoing category, if for nothing else to give me an excuse to randomly showcase cool things one at a time. Obviously it's all subjective, cause you all have your favorites and they're different than mine. And my favorites may change on a whim— as I get older, I get wiser and stupider. And I have so many favorites I'll probably break them into tinier and tinier categories (eg) my favorite strip ever published on a Tuesday, or maybe a rainy Tuesday, or maybe a rainy Tuesday in the month of May, or... well, yeah.


Zippy—January 10, 1990