Showing posts with label Norman Rockwell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Norman Rockwell. Show all posts

Monday, October 10, 2016

John Atherton, 
Art and the Fish
Jack Atherton, who lived on Branchville Road, had three great passions in his life. He combined two, art and fishing, into a book that has become a classic. His third passion was his wife, who wrote the book’s introduction and who often fished at her husband’s side.
John Carlton Atherton was best known for that first passion: He was an artist who created scores of magazine covers enjoyed by millions, whose paintings are in major American museums, and who with the likes of Norman Rockwell founded the Famous Artists School.
Atherton was born in Minnesota in 1900 and served in the U.S. Navy during World War I. By 1920, he was in California, studying at the College of the Pacific and what is now the San Francisco Art Institute.
In 1929, he won the first prize in the Bohemian Club’s annual art exhibit, enabling him to move to New York City where he entered the world of commercial art. There he gained a reputation while producing advertising art for General Motors, Shell Oil, Dole, and others.
His notoriety nationally increased when he did a striking poster for the 1939 World’s Fair, depicting the Earth in the lap of Liberty.
In 1941, as America was preparing for war, the Museum of Modern Art awarded him first prize in a National Defense Poster Competition, sponsored by the government. His painting, Buy A Share in America, showed a handshake in front of a factory. He went on to do many posters for the war effort.
It was during World War II that he began producing magazine covers for Saturday Evening Post, His first, “Patient Dog.” done in a Norman Rockwell style, shows a loyal dog watching over the  hunting equipment and the framed picture of his owner in uniform.
While he did covers for Fortune, Holiday and other magazines, he was best known for his more than 40 covers for Saturday Evening Post, including the famous Ben Franklin quotation series that began in 1944 and continued annually until 1961, just before his death.
Atherton was also known for his “serious” art and had his first solo exhibition  at the renowned Julien

Levy Gallery in New York in 1938; Levy represented him throughout the 1930s and 1940s. His work was considered Magic Realism. “This new work primarily consisted of symbolic, often bleak landscapes that were becoming a favorite subject of the new surrealist movement in America,” said one biographer.
His paintings are in the collections of many museums, including the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art, the Whitney Museum, the Art Institute of Chicago, and the Wadsworth Atheneum.
In 1948, Atherton was among the founding faculty of the Famous Artists School, created by a group of members of the New York Society of Illustrators. Other founders included Norman Rockwell, who did 322 Post covers, and Robert Fawcett, a fellow Ridgefielder.
When Atherton was a boy, he loved to go fishing, a sport he grew to love more as he got older. He fished with some of the best anglers in North America and wound up writing a classic book on fly fishing, “The Fly and the Fish,” still in print more than a half century after his death. 
“Jack was a romantic realist, and his exuberant outburst of wonder over any natural phenomenon helped me see this Earth of ours as the magical place it really is,” said his wife Maxine in the introduction to a posthumous edition of “The Fly and the Fish.” 
Maxine Atherton said that when they lived in Ridgefield, her husband became close friends with Harold “Pinky” Gillum, the Ridgefielder who “built marvelous flyrods and refused to produce them in mass production, so there are relatively few in existence. Each rod he made of especially selected bamboo and with a specific angler in mind. I know a man who compares his Gillum trout rod to a Stradivarius violin.
“Pinky and Jack enjoyed many a day fishing together, and I recall Pinky saying that he would rather sit on a bank and watch Jack cast a dry fly than fish himself.
“Both of them were perfectionists, and they never seemed to tire of discussing the art of building the perfect fly rod.”
And it was fly fishing at a favorite spot on the Miramichi River in New Brunswick, Canada, with his wife near his side, that Jack Atherton died of a heart attack in 1952 at the age of 52.
“Jack, who was too young to die, had frequently said that when his time came, he hoped it would be when he was in fishing waders,” Maxine Atherton said.



Thursday, September 29, 2016

Franklin Lischke:
Artist and Model
Millions of people have seen Franklin Lischke running naked, but he didn't mind at all. 
In fact,  Lischke was proud of the fact that as a boy, he frequently modeled for Norman Rockwell, the legendary artist of American life in the 20th century.
Rockwell posed  young Frank for many of his 321 Saturday Evening Post covers, including the famous scene of three skinny-dipping boys, clothes in hand, running by a “No Swimming” sign as they flee the law. It was painted in 1921.
“I still remember the day I posed for it and how I would sit there and have my legs propped up with books” to simulate running, Lischke told the Associated Press in 1991. 
Lischke was a favorite subject for Rockwell’s paintings. “He always said, ‘The kid can raise his eyebrows. He makes a good model.’ ”
Besides having great eyebrow movement, Lischke was convenient. Rockwell in the 1920s rented studio space from the Lischke family in New Rochelle, N.Y. 
“We had an old barn on our property, and Norman Rockwell called my father and asked if he could remodel it,” he told The Litchfield County Times in 1991. “He wanted the second floor for a studio and said he’d pay $25 a month in rent.”
Lischke himself was paid the then-princely sum of 50 cents an hour (about $6.70 in 2016) to model. He later got a raise to 75 cents and was eventually hired as Rockwell’s “studio boy” at $5 a week.
Lischke, who was 13 when he posed for the “No Swimming” cover, continued to model for Rockwell until he was 17 when he became “too old to be a kid model and not good-looking enough to be an Arrow Collar Man,” he said.
Rockwell, who became a lifelong friend, urged the young Lischke to pursue art as a career, and he did. He became a well-known commercial artist in New York City, specializing in fashion work for stores like Bloomingdale’s, Saks, and Bonwit Teller.
Franklin H. Lische was born in 1908 in New Rochelle (where Frederic Remington also had his studio before moving to Ridgefield). He wound up studying at the Art Students’ League under a man who had taught Rockwell, George Bridgeman.
While living in Ridgefield from 1946 to 1986, Lischke maintained a studio in New York City to work as a freelance commercial artist.
In Ridgefield, he used his talents to contribute to the community, doing many of the illustrations for Silvio Bedini's 1958 history, “Ridgefield in Review,” the Bicentennial commemorative book, “Heritage '76,” and the 1975 history of St. Stephen's Church, where he served on many parish committees. 
He also designed graphics and did art for the Keeler Tavern, the Ridgefield Library, the Ridgefield Garden Club, and the Ridgefield Orchestra. 
In 1986, he retired and with his wife, Martha, moved to Litchfield, where he died in 1991 at the age of 83.
One of Lischke’s favorite childhood stories involved how he addressed his boss. “I remember going to the studio when I was 13 or 14 years old,” he told the Litchfield paper. “I always called him Mr. Rockwell, and one day he said to me, ‘Frank, you don’t have to call me Mr. Rockwell.’ Well, I couldn’t very well call him Norman, so he said, ‘Call me Bosco.’ I don’t know where that came from.
“One day I bounded into the studio and called out, ‘Hi, Bosco!’ before I saw him sitting on a window seat with a fine gentleman going over sketches. I got a cool reception that time, so I left. Later, he said, ‘It’s all right to call me Bosco, but not in front of the art director of the Saturday Evening Post.’ ”

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