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will brady's ruminations
will brady's ruminations
2008-01-27
artists | danté revisited
Art Young was a firebrand illustrator during the first part of the 20th century. And early in his career he revisited Hell, that famous Inferno once visited by Dante Alighieri, and immortalized in images by Gustave Dore.
I really have to thank Noah Berlatsky for an excellent researched essay on Art Young, his art, his values, and the trials and travails he went through for maintaining them. Young was Socialist in political orientation, was amongst the people that hung about the Ash Can School of artists, a group known for painting and depicting gritty scenes of urban life, the poor and the working class. Considered Revolutionary more for their subject matter, than, their presentation styles, their work was influential in American Arts movements in the 1930s.
Young was also a contributor to the radical publication The Masses. The magazine lasted about seven years, but was plagued with financial woes, thanks to Robber Baron Era Capitalists who bankrupted the publication with a long protracted harassment using the Courts to censor the publication's anti-big business point of view.
I write all this thanks to having unearthed a partial edition [there are pages that were removed, probably cut apart by some entrepreneur who saw profit in framing individual works of art [like the ones above and below] and selling them piece by piece. I got the remains. A good bargain regardless.
The Quack Doctors -- "The sewers of Hell are flushed with patent medicines. Wallowing in this stream of mysterious decoction are the souls of the quack doctors, gulping their own poison. To add to the punishment, unceasing showers of large pills descend, the doctors frantically beating the air in their endeavors to ward off the bitter storm."
Art Young was a firebrand illustrator during the first part of the 20th century. And early in his career he revisited Hell, that famous Inferno once visited by Dante Alighieri, and immortalized in images by Gustave Dore.
Young’s interest in the nether world started early. As an adolescent art prodigy in small-town Wisconsin, he got ahold of and devoured the edition of Dante’s Inferno illustrated by Dore. It was, he later recalled,“ the first book to give me a real thrill.” That initial impression was lasting: Young went on to study art in Chicago, New York, and Paris, and became something of an expert on the history of illustration, but his enthusiasm for Dore never wavered. “[I] counted him the greatest artist of his time,” he said. “I estimated the gift of imagination in all of the arts as supreme. And Dore had it.” [Art Young, Art Young: His Life and Times, John Nicholas Beffel, ed., New York: Sheridan House, 1939, pp. 52, 133.]
I really have to thank Noah Berlatsky for an excellent researched essay on Art Young, his art, his values, and the trials and travails he went through for maintaining them. Young was Socialist in political orientation, was amongst the people that hung about the Ash Can School of artists, a group known for painting and depicting gritty scenes of urban life, the poor and the working class. Considered Revolutionary more for their subject matter, than, their presentation styles, their work was influential in American Arts movements in the 1930s.
Young was also a contributor to the radical publication The Masses. The magazine lasted about seven years, but was plagued with financial woes, thanks to Robber Baron Era Capitalists who bankrupted the publication with a long protracted harassment using the Courts to censor the publication's anti-big business point of view.
I write all this thanks to having unearthed a partial edition [there are pages that were removed, probably cut apart by some entrepreneur who saw profit in framing individual works of art [like the ones above and below] and selling them piece by piece. I got the remains. A good bargain regardless.
Labels: arthur young, artists, Ash Can School of artists, medical illustrations, progressives
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2006-02-08
life notes
I'll be going under the knife next week to correct a paresophageal hernia. That's where my stomach has, somehow, gotten lodged up in my chest, above the diaphragm and between the esophagus and the heart. I don't even want to think what might have caused it [Bruce would no doubt say from hauling too much firewood, but I'm not entertaining that possibility]
The surgeon says it may be treated laproscopically [least invasive], inserting chopstick-like devices [his words, not mine] and pulling
the stomach back into my lower portions. If this doesn't work, then it's time to shave off all my chest hairs. ...actually, I might want to do this in advance. The thought of a couple of prep nurses with dull bladed throw-away razors mowing my furry forefront does not seem appealing.
Anyways, now that I've probably given all of you way too much information, my purpose for writing is to alert you to the fact that I won't be posting or checking on my e-mails all that much next week.
Happy Abe Lincoln's Day in advance.
A late [posted 28 May 2007] attribution on the illustration rendering the paresophogeal hernia: Seward Hung, who tells me the last name [Hung] is pronounced more like "hoong," and is also Chinese for "flood". Mr. Hung is working on newer illustrations of medical disorders
I'll be going under the knife next week to correct a paresophageal hernia. That's where my stomach has, somehow, gotten lodged up in my chest, above the diaphragm and between the esophagus and the heart. I don't even want to think what might have caused it [Bruce would no doubt say from hauling too much firewood, but I'm not entertaining that possibility]The surgeon says it may be treated laproscopically [least invasive], inserting chopstick-like devices [his words, not mine] and pulling
the stomach back into my lower portions. If this doesn't work, then it's time to shave off all my chest hairs. ...actually, I might want to do this in advance. The thought of a couple of prep nurses with dull bladed throw-away razors mowing my furry forefront does not seem appealing.Anyways, now that I've probably given all of you way too much information, my purpose for writing is to alert you to the fact that I won't be posting or checking on my e-mails all that much next week.
Happy Abe Lincoln's Day in advance.
A late [posted 28 May 2007] attribution on the illustration rendering the paresophogeal hernia: Seward Hung, who tells me the last name [Hung] is pronounced more like "hoong," and is also Chinese for "flood". Mr. Hung is working on newer illustrations of medical disorders
Labels: health care, hernias, medical illustrations, paresophegeal hernia, Seward Hung
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