Mark Kurlansky | Woodcut Prints

Posted: January 19th, 2012 | Author: doug | Filed under: Books, History, Painting, Quotes

Where Am I Going? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

Where Am I Going? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

In every age, people are certain that only the things they have deemed valuable have true value. The search for love and the search for wealth are always the two best stories. But while a love story is timeless, the story of a quest for wealth, given enough time, will always seem like the vain pursuit of a mirage.

- Mark Kurlansky, Salt

Who Is It? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

Who Is It? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

At times it sees that the search for good health has taken all the pleasure out of life. It has stripped us of butter, cream, marbled red meat, pork, and goose fat, not to mention alcohol and fine, hand-rolled cigars. And just when you settle on your favorite healthful fish, you’re told it’s laced with mercury. Sometimes it feels as though we would be better off being less healthy and enjoying life.

But then, miraculously, there is olive oil. Olive oil, it seems, is the only really good food we are still allowed.

- Mark Kurlansky from “Essential Oil,” Bon Appétit, November 2008

What Does She Want? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

What Does She Want? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

I always wanted to be a writer and I had in my head that a writer should either go to sea or go to war. There was a war available at the time but the sea was a much better idea. I did it for a couple of summers, to earn money for college.

My most memorable job was on a lobster boat. I was a pretty strong kid and they just needed someone who could haul pots on 200ft of line. We didn’t have a radio; sometimes you’d hear this roar, see a dark shadow and realise a freighter was bearing down on you. I never gave one thought to how dangerous it was. I absolutely loved it.

Many years later I was on a commercial fishing boat as a reporter and I wondered why the hell I’d liked it so much.

- Mark Kurlansky

Do I Make Any More Sense Than This Painting? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

Do I Make Any More Sense Than This Painting? Woodcut print by Mark Kurlansky

While I write, I drink a lot of espresso. I have an espresso maker in my office. In one of my books, I gave an acknowledgment to caffeine.

- Mark Kurlansky


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Robert Doisneau | 1912 – 1994

Posted: January 13th, 2012 | Author: doug | Filed under: Film, Painting, Photography, Quotes

La poule en laisse © Robert Doisneau

La poule en laisse © Robert Doisneau

Danse © Robert Doisneau

Danse © Robert Doisneau

When I was photographing fashion for Vogue, against a white background, I was only acting a part. Watching a fashion show never gave me any particular emotion, never made me think : “I must absolutely photograph that woman, in that dress”. Besides, models weren’t as friendly as they are now, they always seemed to look down on the little man at the other side of the camera, who was only trying to get his photo.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Le ruban de la mariée, 1951 © Robert Doisneau

Le ruban de la mariée, 1951 © Robert Doisneau

Les animaux superieurs, 1954 © Robert Doisneau

Les animaux superieurs, 1954 © Robert Doisneau

I’ve made every possible mistake. Because I don’t like to obey orders and I always question what I’m told. So I have to try out everything for myself, and that has lead me into many dead ends.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Les frères, rue du Docteur Lecène, Paris 1934 © Robert Doisneau

Les frères, rue du Docteur Lecène, Paris 1934 © Robert Doisneau

Yes, the expectation of a miracle. It’s very childish, but at the same time it’s almost like an act of faith. We find a backdrop and wait for the miracle. I remember a backdrop that never worked for me, possibly because I didn’t wait long enough, or didn’t return to it often enough. In the foreground you can see the steps of Saint Paul’s church, the background is a perfect faubourg, as you imagine them from literature or movies. I frame it in my viewfinder, from rue de Turenne to a shop called Le Gant d’Or, and wait there for an hour, sometimes two, thinking, “my God, something is bound to happen”. I imagine events I would like to photograph, one wilder than the other. But nothing happens, nothing. Or if it does – bang – it’s so different from what I expected that I miss it. The miracle did take place, but I wasted it, because I didn’t pay the right kind of attention. When you are tired, you become unable to react, your emotion is no longer available.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Bois Bouloigne ©  Robert Doisneau

Bois Bouloigne © Robert Doisneau

Plenty. I couldn’t count all my hours of mad hope, while expecting the miracle to happen. Hardly a week goes by without at least one day of photography. But sometimes I have the feeling that I’m hounded by a curse. It took me five years to get sacked by Renault – though I had done all I could to that purpose – and three months later war was declared and my freedom was lost again. Now, that I don’t have to waste my time with advertising photos, or with complying to the demands of magazines, my wife’s illness has fallen on me. For the last ten years, this has detained me from using my time as I wanted. It’s like a fatality. Still, I believe that constraint, and the feeling of exasperation that comes with it, can also become a stimulus to create.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Concours du plus beau tatouage 1950 © Robert Doisneau

Concours du plus beau tatouage 1950 © Robert Doisneau

The advantage we have, compared to painters and writers, is that we never lose contact with the rough side of life. It is a lesson in humility and it keeps us from some pitfalls. But above all it nourishes us. Other people’s vitality nourishes us, without their knowledge. It has done me good to work on this project in Saint-Denis, to find myself in the streets again, face to face with people. Though I must say that I found them less friendly than twenty years ago, possibly because of today’s photographers, who hold their cameras like weapons – so of course the rabbit on the other side doesn’t feel too good. I wouldn’t dare shoot as they do, I don’t have William Klein’s nerve. Sometimes the camera pulls me along, but once I’ve got my photo I wonder, “How am I going to cope with this now, how can I explain it to these people?”

- Robert Doisneau

 

Mademoiselle Anita 1951 © Robert Doisneau

Mademoiselle Anita 1951 © Robert Doisneau

Paris © Robert Doisneau

Paris © Robert Doisneau

[Using a Rollei] You ended up bowing before the subject, as if in prayer. Whereas with a 35mm camera, you put him straight in your line of fire – that is in your line of sight, so as to shoot right into his face. And if you aren’t quick enough, this may annoy him and he will agress you. I understand it now, as more and more often people tend to photograph me, it’s like the attractiveness of old ruins, you become picturesque without wanting to. So I realise what it feels to have such a machine pointed at you : if you stick your finger up your nose – click – your fellow photographer won’t miss it.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Trépidante Wanda 1953 © Robert Doisneau

Trépidante Wanda 1953 © Robert Doisneau

Sunday morning in Arcueil 1945 © Robert Doisneau

Sunday morning in Arcueil 1945 © Robert Doisneau

A memory from my youth comes back to me. You go into the woods on a bike, with a girl. There is the smell of heather, you can hear the wind in the fir trees, you don’t dare tell her about your love, but you feel happy, as if you were floating above the ground. Then you look at the clouds beyond the trees and they are fleeting. And you know that within an hour you’ll have to go home, that tomorrow will be a working day. You wish you could stop that moment for ever, but you can’t, it is bound to end. So you take a photo, as if to challenge time. Maybe the girl will move to another town and you will never see her again, or you will see her changed, tired, humiliated by her everyday life, working as a salesgirl in some shop, with a boss always shouting at her. To me, this desire to preserve the moment seems justified, in spite of that German priest mentioned by Gisèle Freund, who pretends that the photographic image is a sacrilege.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Paris © Robert Doisneau

Paris © Robert Doisneau

I had a few problems with the law. It appears that people have rights about their own image, and this often prevents me from catching their spontaneity. So I must stop them and say, “I noticed you while passing by, would you mind kissing again?” That’s what happened with the “Hôtel de Ville lovers”, they re-enacted their kiss. Those with the grocer were a couple I hired.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Le Baiser de l'Hôtel de Ville 1950 © Robert Doisneau

Le Baiser de l'Hôtel de Ville 1950 © Robert Doisneau

The “Hôtel de Ville lovers” were part of a series, on which I had already worked for a week and which I had to complete with two or three photos of that kind. But the fact that they were set up never bothered me. After all, nothing is more subjective than l’objectif (the French word for “lens”), we never show things as they “really”are. The world I was trying to present was one where I would feel good, where people would be friendly, where I could find the tenderness I longed for. My photos were like a proof that such a world could exist.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Créatures de Rêves, 1952 © Robert Doisneau

Créatures de Rêves, 1952 © Robert Doisneau

L'enfant Papillon 1945 © Robert Doisneau

L'enfant Papillon 1945 © Robert Doisneau

Les écoliers de la rue Damesme, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

Les écoliers de la rue Damesme, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

My photographs show the world as I would like it to be.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Montbéliard © Robert Doisneau

Montbéliard © Robert Doisneau

Picasso et Françoise Gilot, 1952 © Robert Doisneau

Picasso et Françoise Gilot, 1952 © Robert Doisneau

Les Enfants de la Place Herbert, 1957 © Robert Doisneau

Les Enfants de la Place Herbert, 1957 © Robert Doisneau

We must always remember that a picture is also made up of the person who looks at it. This is very, very important. Maybe this is the reason behind those pictures that haunt me and that haunt many people as well. It is about that walk that one takes with the picture when experiencing it. I think that this is what counts. One must let the viewer extricate himself, free himself for the journey. You offer the seed and then the viewer grows it inside himself. For a long time I thought that I had to give the entire story to my audience. I was wrong.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Georges Braque a Varengeville Normandy, 1953 © Robert Doisneau

Georges Braque a Varengeville Normandy, 1953 © Robert Doisneau

La dent, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

La dent, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

Le cadran scolaire, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

Le cadran scolaire, Paris 1956 © Robert Doisneau

I’m not sure that total freedom is such a good thing. When you have to rely on yourself for living, you accept all kinds of assignments. But you cannot help glancing to the right or to the left, as if playing some game with the working hours that you owe your employer – and in the end the photos worth preserving are the ones you stole from his time.

- Robert Doisneau

 

La voiture fondue,1944 © Robert Doisneau

La voiture fondue,1944 © Robert Doisneau

Georges Braque a Varangeville, 1953 © Robert Doisneau

Georges Braque a Varangeville, 1953 © Robert Doisneau

La poterne des peupliers,1932 © Robert Doisneau

La poterne des peupliers,1932 © Robert Doisneau

The world I was trying to present was one where I would feel good, where people would be friendly, where I could find the tenderness I longed for. My photos were like a proof that such a world could exist.

- Robert Doisneau

 

Fernand Leger dans ses oeuvres © Robert Doisneau

Fernand Leger dans ses oeuvres © Robert Doisneau


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Sante D’Orazio | A Private View

Posted: November 7th, 2011 | Author: doug | Filed under: Film, Painting, Photography

What happened to Sante?

13 years ago when his book A Private View came out, he was the shit, at the top of his game and the industry, gracing the covers of all the major magazines, shooting choice editorials with the top celebrities and models at the time.

I rarely see his name these days and the editorials I do see feature second-tier subjects. His work used to be so playful, sensual and light. There was a warmth in his portraits and a lushness in his black & white work. Some of the recent work that I’ve seen is flat and cold, and very anonymous.

Regardless, his book A Private View is a shooting diary of his work with some personal notes, outtakes, and lists of films shot. It is a book full of charm and beauty.

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Kate Moss © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Christy Turlington © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Julian Schnabel © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Julian Schnabel © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Julian Schnabel © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Julian Schnabel © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Carla Bruni © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View

Carla Bruni © Sante D'Orazio, A Private View


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Robert Doisneau | Retrospective

Posted: September 7th, 2011 | Author: doug | Filed under: Film, Painting, Quotes

A selection of images from the Robert Doisneau Retrospective at the Château de Malbrouck in 2011.

La Pause, Mine de Giraumont Meurthe et Moselle, 1960 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO

La Pause, Mine de Giraumont Meurthe et Moselle, 1960 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO

The photographer must be absorbent–like a blotter, allow himself to be permeated by the poetic moment…. His technique should be like an animal function…he should act automatically.

-Robert Doisneau

Baiser Blotto, 1950 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Baiser Blotto, 1950 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.

-Robert Doisneau

Be Bop en cave, Saint-Germain-des-prés, 1951 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Be Bop en cave, Saint-Germain-des-prés, 1951 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Chance is the one thing you can’t buy. You have to pay for it and you have to pay for it with your life, spending a lot of time, you pay for it with time, not the wasting of time but the spending of time.

-Robert Doisneau

Drapé de Grès, Paris, 1955 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Drapé de Grès, Paris, 1955 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

If I knew how to take a good photograph, I’d do it every time.

-Robert Doisneau

Jacques Prevert au gueridon, 1955 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Jacques Prevert au gueridon, 1955 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

I like people for their weaknesses and faults. I get on well with ordinary people. We talk. We start with the weather, and little by little we get to the important things. When I photograph them it is not as if I were examining them with a magnifying class, like a cold and scientific observer. It’s very brotherly. And it’s better, isn’t it, to shed some light on those people who are never in the limelight.

-Robert Doisneau

Le baiser de l'hôtel de ville, 1950 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Le baiser de l'hôtel de ville, 1950 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

You’ve got to struggle against the pollution of intelligence in order to become an animal with very sharp instincts – a sort of intuitive medium – so that to photograph becomes a magical act, and slowly other more suggestive images begin to appear behind the visible image, for which the photographer cannot be held responsible.

-Robert Doisneau

Les pains de Picasso, Vallauris, 1952 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Les pains de Picasso, Vallauris, 1952 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

If you take photographs, don’t speak, don’t write, don’t analyse yourself, and don’t answer any questions.

-Robert Doisneau

Tir à l'oxygène liquide. Transport des cartouches, Mine de Murville, Meurthe et Moselle, 1960 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

Tir à l'oxygène liquide. Transport des cartouches, Mine de Murville, Meurthe et Moselle, 1960 © Atelier Robert Doisneau courtesy of GAMMA-RAPHO Agency

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there — even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

-Robert Doisneau


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Frank Frazetta | Sketch Series, 1956

Posted: September 1st, 2011 | Author: doug | Filed under: Painting

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956

Frank Frazetta, 1956


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Frank Frazetta | Sketches & Line Drawings

Posted: February 13th, 2011 | Author: doug | Filed under: Painting

I prefer Frazetta’s drawings over his finished paintings. There is a responsive fast economical feel to his drawings and sketches, a lightness while still retaining that supple line. One can see how he is the master of form and weight as the bodies of his subjects portrayed in just a few lines are graceful and feline.

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Caveman Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Caveman Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta

Sketch by Frank Frazetta


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George Washington | One Bad Ass Motherfucker

Posted: January 6th, 2011 | Author: doug | Filed under: Books, History, Painting

In David McCullough’s Pulitzer Prize winning 1776, he writes of the astonishing physical prowess of our first president, something that was never mentioned to me during those sleepy afternoons in the fourth grade. At 6′ 2″ and 190 lbs (the average height of a man in this era was 5’9″), people at the time wrote of his imposing physical stature and commanding presence.

Stories were told of extraordinary feats of strength — how, for example, Washington had thrown a stone from the bed of a stream to the top of Virginia’s famous Natural Bridge, a height of 215 feet. The Philadelphia artist Charles Wilson Peale, who had been a guest at Mount Vernon in 1772, while painting Washington’s portrait, described how he and several other young men were on the lawn throwing an iron bar for sport, when Washington appeared and, without bothering to remove his coat, took a turn, throwing it ‘far, very far beyond our utmost limit.’

-David McCullough, 1776

George Washington rode up and down the column urging his men forward. Suddenly the general’s horse slipped and started to fall on a steep and icy slope. “While passing a Slanting Slippery bank,” Lieutenant Bostwick remembered, “his excellency’s horse['s] hind feet both slip’d from under him.” The animal began to go down. Elisha Bostwick watched in fascination as Washington locked his fingers in the animal’s mane and hauled up its heavy head by brute force. He shifted its balance backward just enough to allow the horse to regain its hind footing on the treacherous road. Bostwick wrote that the general “seiz’d his horses Mane and the Horse recovered.” It was an extraordinary feat of strength, skill and timing; and another reason why his soldiers stood in awe of this man.

-David Hakett Fischer, Washington’s Crossing

Earliest portrait of Washington, painted in 1772 by Charles Willson Peale

Earliest portrait of Washington, painted in 1772 by Charles Willson Peale, shows Washington


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Sergio Leone | The Surrealist Western

Posted: June 10th, 2010 | Author: doug | Filed under: Cinema, Painting, Poetry, Quotes

Sur·re·al·ism: the principles, ideals, or practice of producing fantastic or incongruous imagery or effects in art, literature, film, or theater by means of unnatural or irrational juxtapositions and combinations.

He gave back to the actors from the USA, the confidence that a western can be a great movie.

-Bernardo Bertolucci

When I go to the cinema, I’m often frustrated because I can guess exactly what is going to happen about ten minutes into the screening. So, when I’m working on a subject, I’m always looking for the element of surprise.

-Sergio Leone

A Sergio Leone film is an Ozu-esque journey into an arid, surreal land. The stories unfold at a pace that allows you to feel the passing of time like the best of post war Japanese cinema. The landscapes of the face, the expressions of the land, the scratchy gaze of taciturn men, Morricone’s wild, melodramatic score filling the dry air.

To watch a Leone film is to wait. The payoff will arrive, Sergio will always deliver, but you must wait and watch and wrap yourself in the languid pacing until the violence explodes in a flash. Then, it is time to wait again.

Leone was a big admirer of painters, especially the surrealists and Giorgio De Chirico in particular. You can see in De Chirico’s canvases that same bleak austerity that infuses Leone’s every frame. Leone shot many of his scenes on the same locations that Salvador Dali used in many of his nightmarish images from the 1930s. After filming the desert torture scene in The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, Leone later told  cinematographer Tonino Delli Colli that it was shot “in a way that was worthy of the great surrealist painters.”

His slow hand is so far away from what is being show in theaters today with the emphasis on showing continual loud, explosive pay-offs, dispensing with the whole notion of earning a climax through suspense. Once Upon a Time in the West, the film I consider to be the height of Leone’s career, features about 15 pages of dialogue for a film that is well over three hours, following the maxim laid down by John Ford that true cinema is short on dialogue and long on action.

I’m a pessimist by nature. With John Ford, people look out of the window with hope. Me, I show people who are scared to even open the door. And if they do, they tend to get a bullet right between the eyes. But that’s how it is.

-Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo) 1966

One of the best cinematic introductions of a character, Tuco makes his first appearance in the film, glass in his hair, mouth full of food, bottle of wine, leg of chicken, bursting through a window after having just killed three men that tried to ambush him.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Props like a simple mule-driven water wheel become gothic mechanisms in Sergio’s hands. Little details such as the need for the boy to duck twice during each rotation make a commonplace contraption into a bizarre device.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Designed and built by Carlo Simi, Leone’s interiors are substantial, heavy, and overbearing sometimes, with compositional motifs running throughout. There is a weighty permanence throughout the production design of all of his movies that differs from the clapboard, transient feel of Hollywood westerns.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The long torture scene in the desert is accessorized with Tuco’s pink parasol.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Shot like most Spaghetti Westerns in Almeria, Spain, Sergio, unlike other directors did not make the landscapes try to appear like the American West. He shot them as disturbing, alien terrains.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The ghost stagecoach appearing out of the desolation, carrying its cargo of the dead.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Each scene in a Leone film just feels slightly (sometimes overtly) bizarre, as if things real and recognizable, are just somehow, slightly, disturbingly off. His choice of props only help to build this tone. Here, Blondie plays with a kitten before he gets up to kill a man.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The iconic bathtub scene is one of the funniest moments in the film with Tuco telling the fallen assassin, “When you have to shoot, shoot. Don’t talk.” Eli Wallach, as he played the scene straight, said he never understood why everyone thought it was funny.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Leone’s attention to details and historical accuracy was famous but these elements were rendered so large and melodramatic, that they felt unreal in his hands, enough so that he had to show source photographs to some skeptics.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

There was a degree of realism in his movies, as surrealistic as they were, that always seemed to be missing from the Hollywood westerns of the thirties, forties and the fifties.

-Quentin Tarantino

The introductory shot to the Ecstasy of Gold sequence. It took two weeks and scores of men to make all of the graves.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The final showdown, a triangle of shooters in the circular plaza with the radiating spokes of graves.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

The main motif of the movie, the hangman’s noose, frames Tuco’s transformation from joy to anger in a slow reveal as the camera cranes upwards, letting both the viewer and Tuco discover the rope.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, 1966, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West (C’era una volta il West) 1968

What they [Leone, Dario Argento, Bernardo Bertolucci during the writing of Once Upon a Time in the West] were doing was something that is very common now but in 1967 was very uncommon, which is films about films. And in fact, the French philosopher Jean Baudrillard has called Leone the first postmodernist film director for this reason.

-Sir Christopher Frayling

One of the greatest opening sequences , the long languid set up of the arrival of Harmonica at the train station sets the pace for the rest of the film with exquisitely framed compositions, three legendary western character actors and a thick palpable tension as we wait. Almost no dialogue, Morricone’s natural ambient sounds score a’la John Cage; Jack Elam and the fly, Woody Strode and the dripping water, the sea of railroad ties. Sublime.

The greatest scene he ever directed was the opening sequence to Once Upon a Time in the West. It’s like a haiku poem, it’s flawless. I mean it’s extraordinary filmmaking.

-James Woods

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The famous mittens in Monument Valley filmed over and over again by John Ford. Shot by Leone, the landscape has never felt so enormous while at the same time, so much less majestic and picturesque than Ford’s treatments.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The way station is part stable, part saloon, part inn and is a baroque space, massively constructed. The alternating light and dark spots within the crowded heavy space gives this long scene a continual sense of unease.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The slaughtered family laid out on gingham picnic tables with wildflower garnish.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Jill (Claudia Cardinale) in front of Sweetwater Ranch. Designed and built by Carlo Simi, the massive structure, which still stands today in Almeria was made using lumber from Orson Welle’s failed Falstaff production. The formidable ranch does not even resemble a home at all. A Leone film is no place for a comforting, inviting homestead as in a typical western.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Jill shot through the lattice of the lace canopy which was a very unusual and original framing. Shots like this lent credence to the school that called Leone’s films ‘art westerns.’

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Figures either appear magically out of landscapes like apparitions or are swallowed up by them.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The fight sequence in the unfinished town has the most obvious Dali references with the painted clocks and the cheeky High Noon reference.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The hanging bed in the pueblo for the lovemaking/rape scene is bizarre and to Leone’s credit, it somehow makes sense and the viewer never questions why anyone would construct such a thing.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

One of the best sight gags in all of his movies, Jason Robard’s revolver in a boot.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

We’d have wonderful long lunches. Charlie Bronson would say ‘Wait, wait a minute, what is this? Why don’t we get back on the set and get working.’ Hank Fonda  and I would say, ‘Relax, Charlie. Relax. You’ll never get it like this again.’ It was a great atmosphere there.

-Jason Robards

Crippled and stuck in his self-imposed prison inside a luxury train car, a gothic gold cage descends from the ceiling, allowing Morton (Gabriele Ferzetti) to move around.

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

The arresting, out of focus image of the ghostly figure appearing out of the haze of the desert is repeated throughout the three hour film. Teasing the viewer, the mystery of the lone haunting figure is finally revealed during the final duel between Harmonica and Frank as the image finally comes into focus. One of the best pay-offs in the history of cinema, Leone takes the ultimate western cliche, that of revenge, and makes it as melodramatic and as epic as only he can.

The function of the flashback is Freudian…[Y]ou have to let them wander like the imagination or like a dream.

-Sergio Lenoe

Once  Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

There is a zoom shot into Charles Bronson’s eyes at the moment, the flashback of why he’s there on his mission, is told. That may be the biggest close-up of an actor’s eyes I have ever seen in my life. They completely fill the screen.

-John Carpenter

Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone
Once Upon a Time in the West, 1968, Sergio Leone

When I say give me a ‘Sergio Leone’, I’m implying the feel that I want. It’s not just an extreme close-up. It’s not just a frame.

-Quentin Tarantino

…the eyes are the most important element to me. Everything can be read in them…

-Sergio Leone

Duck, You Sucker (Giù la testa) 1971

You can’t shoot a film as if you were putting a salami into its skin. From a project like [Kurosawa's] Ran or Once Upon a Time in America, you come away dry in the mouth, with your head in flames and your soul in shreds.

-Sergio Leone

The Clergy, American Big Business and Italian Upper Class rolling in the mud of a pig sty.

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

He had a huge canvas on which he worked, psychologically, historically, even in terms of the economic understanding of the development of America because you know that triptych, starting with Once Upon A Time in America, Duck, You Sucker, Once Upon A Time in The West…I mean there’s sort of the European- Marxist view of the founding of America at the hands of robber barons and organized crime. It’s not far from wrong by the way, if at all.

-James Woods

A little al fresco dining between Rod Steiger and James Coburn.

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

At one point, James Coburn slips away from Steiger, leaving only his mule and hat behind as a taunt.

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

These humorous and surreal moments come effortlessly and often in Duck, You Sucker.

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

I think a case can easily be made that Morricone and Leone may be the greatest composer-director collaboration in the history of film. Even as wonderful as the Hitchcock- Bernard Herrman collaboration was, it almost even isn’t comparable to how important Morricone was to Leone and Leone was to Morricone. You can’t even imagine the movies without Morricone’s music.

-Quentin Tarantino

James Coburn’s Irish partisan Sean tends to exit scenes with big bangs.

Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone
Duck, You Sucker, 1971, Sergio Leone

The [John] Ford film I like most of all…is also the least sentimental, The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance…Ford finally, at the age of almost sixty-five, finally understood what pessimism is all about. In fact, with that film Ford succeeded in eating up all his previous words about the West…Because Liberty Valance shows the conflict between political forces and the single, solitary hero of the West…He loved the West and with that film at last he understood it.

-Sergio Leone

A hundred years from now, Leone will be one of the great, you know, he’ll be unequivocally up there with the greatest of them all.

On my deathbed, when someone says, ‘What was the greatest artistic experience you’ve ever had?’, it was working with Sergio Leone. There’s no doubt about it. It was the Everest of my life, you know. I never got a chance to tell him that because I was too young or confused or too shy to call him up and sort of say it. One of the reasons I wanted to do this interview was to say it so someone could hear it.

-James Woods


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Utagawa Kuniyoshi | Battle at Gojo Bridge

Posted: June 4th, 2010 | Author: doug | Filed under: History, Painting

There is an amazing show of Utagawa Kuniyoshi’s woodblock prints at the Japan Society on East 47th St. Go now, as the show closes June 13th.

One of my favorites from the the collection:

 

Ushiwaka and Benkei fighting on Gojo bridge, published c.1839 by by Utagawa Kuniyoshi from the Arthur R. Miller Collection

Ushiwaka and Benkei fighting on Gojo bridge, published c.1839 by by Utagawa Kuniyoshi from the Arthur R. Miller Collection

 

The legendary warrior monk Saitō Musashibō Benkei dedicated himself to collecting 1,000 weapons for the Buddha by challenging every swordsman crossing the Gojo Bridge in Kyoto. On his thousandth duel, he fought Minamoto no Yoshitsune then only in his teens. Yoshitsune, who was called Ushiwaka in his youth, defeated Benkei, making him his vassal, and the old monk became the devoted servant of Ushiwaka.

The two became warriors of legend until Benkei’s death at the siege of Koromogawa, where he died standing on the bridge to the castle protecting Yoshitsune as the latter committed suicide inside. Benkei was so renowned and had killed so many men that day, that the soldiers dared not cross the bridge to challenge him. It was only until his body fell over that they realized that he had been dead for some time.


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Frank Frazetta | 1928-2010

Posted: May 11th, 2010 | Author: doug | Filed under: Books, Painting, Quotes

The great pulp painter Frank Frazetta died yesterday. His brushstrokes were the literal entrance into the world of pulp novels when I was a kid. A Frazetta cover would herald the different worlds inside those cheap mass market pages, enthralling me as a suburban kid, reading Robert E. Howard and Lovecraft and others.

He may have been the first artist I actively sought out, not to buy paintings or monograms but to purchase cheap Dell paperbacks with those fantastic luminous covers.

Here are some of his more famous paintings. I will post a collection of his sketches, pencil drawings and pen and ink work which I always favored, maybe because the deftness of his hand was so readily apparent.

Rest in peace, Frank. And thank you.

Note: two great articles in the Los Angeles Times on Frazetta, one by Lance Laspina, the director of Frazetta: Painting with Fire and one by Guillermo del Toro

Wild Ride, Frank Frazetta

Wild Ride, Frank Frazetta

When it came to my art, I went my own way and did not follow the trends.

-Frank Frazetta

Flesh Eaters, Frank Frazetta

Flesh Eaters, Frank Frazetta

Winged Terror, Frank Frazetta

Winged Terror, Frank Frazetta

Captive Princess, Frank Frazetta

Captive Princess, Frank Frazetta

By the time I was a teenager, I knew I wanted to be an artist. I was a born draftsman and liked all forms of art, so I just knew that’s what I wanted to do.

-Frank Frazetta

Man Ape, Frank Frazetta

Man Ape, Frank Frazetta

Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving were my big days. I guess I drew more Santa’s, bunnies, and turkeys on blackboards than anyone could count. At the insistence of one of my teachers, my parents enrolled me in the Brooklyn Academy of Fine Arts when I was eight. The Academy was little more than a one floor/three room affair with a total of thirty students ranging in age from eight–me!–to eighty. I still remember the Professor Michele [Michael] Falanga’s look of skepticism as I signed in. He was rolling his eyes and you could almost see the thought balloon over his head, “Oh no! Not another child prodigy!” He sat me down with a pencil and paper and asked me to copy a postcard featuring a group of realistically rendered ducks. When he returned later to see how far I had progressed, he snatched up my drawing exclaiming, “Mama mia!” and ran off waving it in the air, calling everyone over to look at it. I thought I was in some kind of trouble.

-Frank Frazetta

The Destroyer, Frank Frazetta

The Destroyer, Frank Frazetta

He [Falanga] died when I was twelve, right about the time he was making arrangements to send me off to Italy at his own expense to study fine art. I haven’t the vaguest idea of whether it would have really affected my areas of interest. I don’t know, but I doubt it. You see, we never had any great conversations. He might look over your shoulder and say. “Very nice, but perhaps if you did this or that…” He spoke very broken English and he kind of left you on your own. I think I learned more from my friends there, especially Albert Pucci. Falanga would look at some of the comics stuff I was doing and say, “What a waste, what a waste! You should be in Italy and paint the street scene and become a very famous fine artiste!” And that didn’t thrill me! After he died the students tried to keep the school going; we had become such close friends that we couldn’t bear to close up shop so we all chipped in and paid the rent and continued to hold classes. I did nude life drawings and still lifes; we’d paint outdoors. It was all totally different from the way I work now, but it taught me a lot about brush technique and perspective and helped me to develop my own style.

-Frank Frazetta

Lost City, Frank Frazetta

Lost City, Frank Frazetta

When I was about 15 someone in my family introduced me to John Giunta. He was a professional artist who was working for Bernard Bailey’s comics publishing company and he really wasn’t a very personable guy. He was very aloof and self-conscious and hard for me to talk to, but he was really very talented. He had an exceptional ability, but it was coupled with a total lack of self-confidence and an inability to communicate with people. Being around him really opened up my eyes, though, because he was really that good. He had an interesting style, a good sense of spotting and his blacks worked well. You can see a lot of his influence even today in some of my ink work.

-Frank Frazetta

Frankenstein and Dracula, Frank Frazetta

Frankenstein and Dracula, Frank Frazetta

Deathdealer II, Frank Frazetta

Deathdealer II, Frank Frazetta

Deathdealer I, Frank Frazetta

Deathdealer I, Frank Frazetta

I hope my work has inspired young artists. I have always tried to maintain my freedom as an artist and I feel it is one of the main reasons I have been successful.

-Frank Frazetta

Conan the Avenger, Frank Frazetta

Conan the Avenger, Frank Frazetta

Chained, Frank Frazetta

Chained, Frank Frazetta

When Ralph [Mayo] took over he pulled me aside and said, “Frank, you stuff is great, but you need to learn some anatomy.” When I was in school with Falanga the emphasis was on feeling, not on the nuts and bolts, so I really didn’t understand what he meant by ‘anatomy.’ So Ralph handed me an anatomy book and when I went home that night I had decided to learn anatomy. I started with page one and copied the entire book – everything in one night, from the skeleton up. I came back the next day like a dumb kid and said, “Thank you very much, I just learned my anatomy.” Of course Ralph fell over and roared with laughter. “Frankie, you silly bastard! I’ve been studying for ten years and I still don’t know anatomy, and you went home and learned it last night?!” But the thing was I had learned an awful lot. I had the ability to absorb things and he saw an improvement in my work right away. It amazed him and that meant a lot to me. From that point on I developed pretty rapidly: I started to do things with figures that made sense. I worked for Mayo and Standard for a few years, doing things like “Looie Laziebones” and all the funny animal stuff.

-Frank Frazetta.

Catgirl, Frank Frazetta

Catgirl, Frank Frazetta

The Cave Demon, Frank Frazetta

The Cave Demon, Frank Frazetta

What I do is create images, period.

-Frank Frazetta

The Snow Giants, Frank Frazetta

The Snow Giants, Frank Frazetta


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