Category: Illustration

Calendar. 06.26.13.

Daniel Clowes, Eightball 18 (cover), 1997. Collection of Daniel Clowes.
The cover for Eightball 18, 1997, by Daniel Clowes. Part of the exhibit Modern Cartoonist: The Art of Daniel Clowes, at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. Opens Saturday. (Image courtesy of the artist and the Oakland Museum of California.)

Miscellany. 03.18.13.

I Miss My Mom, from Big Joy, by Sean Michael Solomon
I Miss My Mom, from the comic Big Joy by Sean Michael Solomon. (Found at The Smell during a recent Japanther concert.)

Calendar. 02.29.12.


A detail from Illegal Alien’s Guide to Climate Science, by Enrique Chagoya. On view at Lisa Sette Gallery in Scottsdale, Az. as part of the exhibit Claudio Dicochea/Enrique Chagoya. Opens Thursday. (Image courtesy of the artist and Lisa Sette.)

  • L.A.: In the Making, Gregory Michael Hernandez, Kori Newkirk, Daniel Jospeh Martinez and many others, at Roberts & Tilton. Through March 31, in Culver City.
  • Oakland: Jennifer Brandon, Masako Miyazaki and Sandra Ono, Space Between, at Swarm Gallery. Opens Saturday at 6pm.
  • Seattle: Susie J. Lee, Unplug: Try Again, at Lawrimore Project. Opens Thursday at 6pm.
  • Chicago: I Made This For You — Matthew Hoffman, at Public Works. Opens Friday at 7pm.
  • NYC: Thomas Schütte, Alte Freunde, at Carolina Nitsch Project Room. Opens Thursday, in Chelsea.
  • NYC: Mark Ruwedel, Records, at Yossi Milo Gallery. Opens Thursday at 6pm, in Chelsea.
  • NYC: Bernard Klevickas, Turbulence, at Orchard Windows Gallery. Opens next Tuesday, March 6, at 6pm.
  • Plus: Get all my latest New York listings over at Gallerina

Miscellany. 02.13.12.


Things I deeply covet: Moby Dick as illustrated by Rockwell Kent. Double. Whoaaaa. The image above is from Vol. 1, Ch. 8: “Yes, the world’s a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.” (Image courtesy of SUNY Plattsburgh.)

Calendar. 10.13.11.


Aztlan Rifa, 1977, by Gilbert “Magú” Luján. Part of the exhibit Mapping Another L.A.: The Chicano Art Movement, at the Fowler Art Museum. Opens Sunday at UCLA. (Image courtesy of the Fowler.)

Photo Diary: Fernando Bryce at Alexander and Bonin in Chelsea.


A detail of a New York Times cover reproduced by Fernando Bryce, in his staggeringly detailed World War II-themed show at Alexander and Bonin. (All photos by C-M.)

This is one of those exhibits that made me exclaim “holy shit” the minute I walked in: for his piece El Mundo en Llamas (The World in Flames), Fernando Bryce has lined the walls of Alexander and Bonin’s ample space in Chelsea with faithful ink recreations of World War II-era newspaper front pages from England, France, the U.S., Germany and Peru. (All are depicted above the fold.) Screaming headlines related to war cover the walls, from floor to ceiling — a stirring chronicle of long-ago news reports on battle advances, defeats, carnage and victory. In between, Bryce has incorporated his renderings of era film posters that he culled from the pages of El Comercio, Peru’s leading daily. (Bryce was born in Peru; he produced El Mundo en Llamas in 2010-11.)

The result is a chronicle of the war that is intensely personal, providing the rare opportunity to view this much-studied global conflagration through a uniquely Latin American lens. Not only are there some interesting historical finds, such as an ad for a 1940s Disney film geared at and incorporating South Americans (see below), the film posters featured — for flicks such as La Sombra del Terror (The Shadow of Terror) and Los Crimenes del Doctor Satán (The Crimes of Doctor Satan) — seem to echo, in exaggerated, graphic form, everything happening in the news. In addition, Bryce’s illustrations are exquisite, turning scenes of war into works of ethereal beauty (such as the image of the Australian soldier, above, from the New York Times). Taken together, the exhibit provides a riveting take on the nature of war, news, propaganda and graphic art. Consider it a must-see.

The show is up through Saturday, at Alexander and Bonin.

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