I was trying to paint a picture today, but seems the color i was using was just a pigment of my imagination...

 

Rockwell managed to document , in an almost caricature fashion, but painfully realistic and tactile, the moments that define a society. The thanksgiving turkey dinner. The cop and the kid on the ice cream bar stools, the political arguments over the breakfast table, life.

 

 

You cant sell news stories that have data and cautious predictions. Where is the panic? Where is the impending doom? C'mon people , give me something to work with here…

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..and as I was a yuppy marketing and advertising executive for the better part
of a decade, I am not really impressed with stories of selling your soul to the devil...

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Norman Rockwell - The american dream

I was always fascinated by Rockwell's ability to create such an amazing sensation of life in his pictures. Until I saw the Time magazine article with the set of photos he used as a base to his work, and suddenly, like all things American, it smelt a bit….well.. less than real." I can't believe it's not" painting.
 

I'll never have enough time to paint all the pictures I'd like to."

 
But I am just being hard on him. The bigger the admiration, the harder the disappointment. Photos or no photos, his body of work is an amazing illustrated manifesto of a generation.
Rockwell managed to document , in an almost caricature fashion, but painfully realistic and tactile, the moments that define a society. The thanksgiving turkey dinner. The cop and the kid on the ice cream bar stools, the political arguments over the breakfast table, life.
 

"I learned to draw everything except glamorous women. No matter how much I tried to make them look sexy, they always ended up looking silly ... or like somebody's mother."

 

When I went over his work again for this article, I was thinking to myself who might be the Norman Rockwell of our generation, but after scratching the insides of my visual safes and drawers of images registered in the databanks of my brain, a headache started and I gave up.

I did however come up with the explanation to why we don’t have a Norman Rockwell of our generation, and it is threefold :
First, artists these days are too self involved and egocentric to see anything that happens outside of their skull.They are too busy trying to express themselves and to find their inner truth and can't be bothered with things that are not…well..them. artists were always their own world and selfish by definition, but it seems that now artists took this approach to a different level, for if society in whole is selfish and shallow, artists always have to do one better. Be more selfish. More shallow.

Second , there is no longer a united view of what life should look like. In the fifties there wasn’t any real choice. As ford used to say, "you can have it in any color you want as long as its black". Rockwell did not invent a 'look' for the fifties. He indeed documented the way everybody looked. Everybody. Unless you were poor. Or black. Or god forbid even the thought, foreign.

And last but not least, we are far too cynical these days. We have passed the threshold where Norman Rockwell is nothing but an entertaining anecdote in art. A family thanksgiving dinner in their Sunday clothes? Yeah , right…like the Indians had clothes when they were infested with smallpox by the white people who gave them infected blankets on purpose…I know… I will paint a Rockwell thanksgiving dinner, but everybody will be wearing blankets! And it's that whole turkey industry that is pushing these huge birds down our throats to attained the blissful coma that will finally put end to that background noise of half drunk relatives fighting…

 

Some people have been kind enough to call me a fine artist. I've always called myself an illustrator. I'm not sure what the difference is.

All I know is that whatever type of work I do, I try to give it my very best. Art has been my life

 

He WAS a great painter.
And that WAS America.
An America I kinda liked.
even knowing it is just a painting. Still. It WAS a pretty symbol.
if I am already forced to eat frogs and swallow lies on a daily basis?
at least let them be Norman Rockwell lies.

Now  turn on that oldradio and shush.
I want to listen to some nice jazz before we go out for soda cream.