When: Saturday, November 7, 2015, noon – 3-4PM
Where: The Sunbury Arts Center in Sunbury, PA
Who: Me, and you, and you, and you…but not Taffy:
Taffy will be “busy” that weekend.
Why: I’m giving a Watercolor Workshop, thanks to a special invitation from the nice people from Sunbury who read this blog. Thank you, Dear Reader Dennis!
What: I’m going to show you how to paint stuff like this:
But not this:
The one thing that I hope I don’t have to share is how to make a desperate rescue ……but anything other than that, I’m fine with. Ask me anything. Well…almost anything. Here’s a story about that:
I met a lady at a rather formal dinner affair a few years ago and, upon hearing that I am a writer of illustrated travel journals, opened her eyes wide in surprise and asked me, “Can you make a living at that?!”
Every time I think of that lady I wish bad things would happen to her. Add this to last week’s list: Asking nosy questions pertaining to a person’s monetary value to society is probably the best way to NOT be interesting.
I came across a very weird observation about illustrators in last week’s New Yorker magazine. It was in an article about a French graphic novelist named Riad Sattouf (seen below with his cartoon childhood self portrait):
This guy is Franco-Arabian and grew up feeling neither French nor Arab and, as a result, he says about his childhood, “I lived a very violent solitude. This is something a lot of illustrators have in common.”
Quoi? “Violent solitude?? OK, I know how French people talk and that “violent” thing is typical flouncy windbaggery, but the sad “solitude” part is, how you say, le bull sheet.
I, for one, was immensely popular as a school girl. The fact that I had red hair and was skinny and was a know-it-all made all the kids vie to be my best friend. Oh, yeah — I also preferred study hall over recess anytime — that made me very big with the tastemakers of elementary school. And moving a lot and changing schools every other year allowed me to reap the affection that my peers always show for the new kid.
Belle of the Ball, Princess of the Playground, Queen of the social hierarchy, c’est moi. I don’t know what this Sattouf guy is talking about when he says us illustrators are bred from childhoods of alienation and loneliness! And besides, he’s a cartoonist — not an illustrator.
About illustrators: New Dear Reader Susan Gillespie’s Comment last week got me thinking about the whole illustrator v. artist thing, so I dedicate this post to her, and to all you “illustrators at heart “.
Illustration will be the topic of my workshop on Nov. 7, about how different the world looks to an illustrator than to a fine artist. At the moment I can’t tell you what the difference is (my mind is already on the WEEKEND!) but I’m sure those differences exist, and are profound, and all, and I have days and days to think of something not stupid to say about it.
But what I can show you today is this:
That is how a fine artist (Vincent Van Gogh) sees French food:
And this is how an illustrator (namely, me) sees it:
Fine Art (by Frederick Leighton):
Illustration (by me, again):
Fine Artist (Monet, doing The Garden at Montgeron):
Illustrator (it’s always going to be me, by the way):
Fine artist (Georgia O’Keefe):
Fine artist (Paul Klee in Tunisia):
Illustrator (in Marrakech):
Fine artist (the great Richard Diebenkorn):
And here is how a fine artist (Henri Matisse) sees Dance:
And here is how this illustrator sees Dance:
I know there’s a difference between the fine artist’s eye and the illustrator’s eye, but I can’t explain it, not this close to the WEEKEND!!! But I know I’ll come up with something for when I have to be smart and workshoppy. And when I do, you know that I’ll share it here, too, with all of you Dear Readers.
By the way, I hear that there are a few spots still available for my Watercolor Workshop on Nov. 7, so if you are in the Sunbury/Lewisburg (home of Bucknell University) area and you want to hang out with us in an afternoon of “violent solitude” (and yes, we’ll let you sit with us at the popular kids’ table), call 570-286-0818 to register.
And now, I give to you: The WEEKEND!