Robert McGinnis did a lot of wonderful paperback covers and some classic posters for James Bond films, but also a fine series of Old-West paintings. A great gift for creating drama through spatial composition.
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Tuesday, March 16
by
Lloydville
on Tue 16 Mar 2010 12:22 AM PDT
Robert McGinnis did a lot of wonderful paperback covers and some classic posters for James Bond films, but also a fine series of Old-West paintings. A great gift for creating drama through spatial composition. Monday, February 22
by
Lloydville
on Mon 22 Feb 2010 12:30 AM PST
Completed between 1883 and 1885, this painting is known as The Sporting Ladies and also as The Circus Lover from a series called Women Of Paris. As with several images of the circus by Tissot, and many other works as well, the painter has created a number of distinct spaces that draw us into the scene progressively -- the space occupied by the gentleman leaning in towards the ladies, with the unseen part of his figure seeming to occupy our, the viewers' space, into which the central female is peering, the space of the seated ladies, the space of the circus ring, and the space of the background seats. The space of the circus ring is further articulated into the aerial space of the trapeze artists and the space of the clown in the sawdust and there is, as a kind of punctuation, a glimpse in the distant background of a lighted foyer opening on to the highest rung of seats. The elegant calculation of the composition makes for a very dynamic and seductive image. Saturday, February 20
by
Lloydville
on Sat 20 Feb 2010 12:52 AM PST
![]() There is something fantastical, ghastly, almost demonic about seeing a corporation as somehow equivalent, existentially, to a human being. Could a religious person, for example, ever refer to Exxon Mobil as "a child of God," as a "dear soul"? The idea is profoundly unsettling. It doesn't seem like a view one could arrive at simply by specious legal arguments or moral depravity in the service of a political ideology -- it would seem to require something more, some sort of neurological disorder, some actual and fundamental damage to the brain itself. Friday, February 19
by
Lloydville
on Fri 19 Feb 2010 12:25 AM PST
In the glory days (the 1940s and early 1950s) before the comic book industry began to censor itself, to ward off government censorship, comic books could and would show just about anything of a violent nature. Lurid, gruesome, graphic, they approached Elizabethan drama in their obsession with the bloody and the macabre. I doubt if any of them that came into the hands of young children really rotted the kids' brains or corrupted their morals. Young children know perfectly well, from their intuitions and their dreams, that the human psyche, and thus the real world, is filled with such horror. It is only grownups who try to pretend otherwise. A powerful art form was crippled by the state-induced censorship, though. Only today has the comic book reclaimed its right to range over the whole landscape of human experience, in the process producing some of the best fiction of our time. [Via Golden Age Comic Book Stories, the Internet's wonder site.] Wednesday, February 17
by
Lloydville
on Wed 17 Feb 2010 12:15 AM PST
What is it about Vermeer? His virtuosity as a technician is thrilling, of course -- but how does he invest his photo-realistic visions with such warmth, such an impression of life? The painting above revels in specificity, it enters the imagination as a place we've actually visited, but it's more than a record. As usual, Vermeer plays with frames, spaces opening onto deeper spaces, drawing us in to the scene, and commenting ironically on the act of painting itself, putting frames around life. The profound beauty of the most ordinary things, the great gift of "the ineluctable modality of the visible", seem to have inspired him on an almost spiritual level, and the way he communicates this to us is both complex and totally obvious -- some kind of mystery hiding in plain sight. Saturday, February 6
by
Lloydville
on Sat 06 Feb 2010 10:24 AM PST
![]() From Paris my friend Coralie Chappat sends this beautiful photograph, taken with her iPhone, of Houdon's L'Écorché, at the École des Beaux Arts, where it serves as a drawing model for students. She has visited him before, but was not allowed to take photographs on that occasion. Now she is making a little film of him. He haunts the imagination. Thursday, February 4
by
Lloydville
on Thu 04 Feb 2010 04:28 AM PST
The classic Coke bottle with the raised-glass lettering was one beautiful piece of industrial design -- an eternal rebuke to the age of Helvetica. Tuesday, February 2
by
Lloydville
on Tue 02 Feb 2010 05:16 AM PST
An editorial cartoon by the great Winsor McCay from around the turn of the last century -- reminding us that mass idiocy is a timeless tradition in America. [With thanks to Golden Age Comic Book Stories.] Monday, February 1
by
Lloydville
on Mon 01 Feb 2010 03:40 AM PST
Norman Rockwell Thursday, January 28
by
Lloydville
on Thu 28 Jan 2010 01:58 AM PST
A 1936 magazine ad by the great N. C. Wyeth. Tuesday, January 26
by
Lloydville
on Tue 26 Jan 2010 12:28 AM PST
Cover art by Ben Prins. Tuesday, January 19
by
Lloydville
on Tue 19 Jan 2010 02:46 AM PST
Sunday, January 17
by
Lloydville
on Sun 17 Jan 2010 12:02 AM PST
Saturday, January 16
by
Lloydville
on Sat 16 Jan 2010 12:21 AM PST
Image by James Bama. Wednesday, January 13
by
Lloydville
on Wed 13 Jan 2010 12:21 AM PST
An illustration by Charles Edward Hooper from a 1903 edition of Jack London's The Call Of the Wild, graciously posted at Golden Age Comic Book Stories, where every day is full of dreams. |
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