William Steig — The New Yorker — May 31, 1982
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Earle Bergey had a way with painting women who were all woman, and painting men that were . . . well . . . um . . . that is . . . well, anyway.
Nostalgia from back when Norman Rockwell used a rich muted palette and didn't work from photographs as heavily as he did later.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Hmm, this is confusing. I thought this author was Elizabeth Pennell, wife of Joseph Pennell, the artist—both of the late 19th, early 20th centuries. But her full name is Elizabeth Robins Pennell, and these initials certainly look like E. A. P.
I still thought perhaps the illustration was by Joseph Pennell, but no, it was by B.J. Rosenmeyer.
Yet, both Joseph and Elizabeth wrote and illustrated a book about the Canterbury Tales by Chaucer . . . so, is this author related to them?
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Back to the genteel for the moment, this is an amazingly bucolic cover for one such as Charles Addams, taking a stab at an Escheresque concept, without a morbid element in sight.
The so-called 'shudder pulps' are quite a contrast to the genteel New Yorker covers, and the one shown here is one of the milder of those. This cover is so outrageous that the menace doesn't seem real, but look how effective the composition is — with the needle perfectly placed in front of the hyper-manic face, and the two doll women positioned perfectly in their nightmare distress.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Supermarkets have been around basically since the 1930s, but it was in the '50s that they ballooned in size and content.
This cover from 1957 is surprising to me for the similarity to our contemporary supermarkets — from the XPress checkout to the magazines and comic book section, to the record spinner and gourmet section. This cover looks a little like a Mad magazine layout without all the antics, 'cept for that kid getting ready to ram his cart into that guy. And geez, the New Yorker cost a measly 20 cents!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
51 weeks ago, in May of last year, I created a new blog that only now have I had time to jumpstart, called Snippets and Bibbets. The blog will showcase all manner of artwork that our studio has created for kids. While art for kids is only a portion of what our studio gets involved in, I'm somewhat amazed at how many kids projects we've created, and how many art files we've stockpiled.
Much of that work has been large-scale art, for installations of all sorts, which we will be showcasing in the months ahead.
Just this month though, a book that we illustrated has been published and is being distributed. We are going to start the blog out by sharing some of the process of the book's development (it took three years on our part, though only a fraction of that was spent on actual artwork). We will show much of our preliminary work leading up to finishes, and discuss candidly the trials and tribulations of our experiences.
You can jump over there by clicking here, and I hope you will consider 'following' us as we pull open some old art files.
© Dramatic Adventures, Inc.
Today is Mother's Day. If you're fortunate enough to have one, call her. She's wanting to hear from you, I'm sure. If you are a mother tuning in here, all the best to you!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
Saul Steinberg — The New Yorker — May 11, 1987