Tuesday, April 1, 2008
the beauty of black
I vividly remember certain events as a boy that drove me to become an artist. The first time I pulled N C Wyeths 'Treasure Island' off the library shelves. Visiting Chicago's Palette and Chisel Club with my dad and feeling submerged in that lovely smell of oil paint.
Another powerful influence was seeing a reprint of an old Shadow pulp novel from the 40's. The simple, dramatic ink drawings were well designed and drawn. The two qualities I still must have in my own work before I am happy.
I was lucky enough at The Seattle Times years ago to illustrate a serial story in their Sunday magazine. For about a year I provided my own dark and dramatic pulp-inspired art each week.
Black can be lovely.