The absorbing truth ... and Character design ... ( not to be confused with character development ), that's another post. I've created lot's of characters each with very distinct personalities. Sometimes based on people from my childhood, Mildred and Sylvia... and sometimes a combination of personalities I've met along the way.
Article about School Lunches and a Chip for TIME
With anthropomorphic illustration there's not much different except that I get to bring a product, something from the food group, or whatever inanimate object... to LIFE!
Business Week and Fortune Magazine
One of the first ones years ago was for the New York Times Magazine. A cigarette holding a match and enticing the reader into wanting a smoke. ( I'm not gonna look for that one now). Products are always fun.
That's my REAL tire.
Since then I've come up with all sorts of anthropomorphic personalities... a fork, bottle caps, bandage box and a zillion others, you name it ... except one!
"Yer not frum roun here are yuz?"
Now... I'm up for challenges, and usually enjoy a break from the monotony of daily life. But once in a while I'm called upon to perform a Herculean task... to go where few dare venture. So, when I got the email I chose to rise to the occasion. This one would require hard work, effort, and nerves of steel. The client... top notch, the reader's... the TEENAGE GIRLS of the USA. First I needed some feminine products. I drove three states away to purchase the needed supplies, y'know... give any of those wanna be illustrators the slip.
The PAIN, Oh, the PAIN....
The drug store I wound up at wasn't what I'd hoped for, and finding what I needed wasn't an easy task my friends, there's a lot to choose from.
Have a Nice Day
"Are these for you?" Frik'n F-d up bar code! ^%!$!#&^$%@#
How do women use these darned things?
Then exhausted and back at the studio I set to work. Evoking the spirit of Dr. Frankenstein I labored all night. Lightning striking all around, fire and brimstone! Until.......
After going into the city for the American Illustration party last Thursday and a few hours sleep on Mr. Flaherty's couch, I headed back upstate to Woodstock - I had to prepare for my Gallery opening Saturday. But first I had to paint the gallery. Nobody else was going to and there was one stain on the wall that particularly disturbed me.
The smell of fresh paint... Ahhhhhh.
By 9:30 p.m. Friday the walls were clean and white. Now I had to race to the studio and get to work!
Race against time
Midnight and I was in full production using everything in the place- band saw, drill press, construction adhesive, timber locks, and lot's of paint.
I downloaded a bunch of Black Sabbath and had it playing full volume- works better than coffee.
Good old Rustoleum
Adding wheels and touching up paint. There are 4 engines.
All made out of found objects.
I went outside to find it snowing. By 5:00 as I headed back to the house we had over 3 inches of snow. Then I went inside for my 3 hours of sleep.
8:30 am and I'm up and ready to get busy. The sun came out and I trudged through the snow to the studio to start loading up the artwork.
Some pieces still needed missing elements that had been left to dry.
Old camera and old flashlight
Then bleary eyed I gave everything a final inspection.
Honey, have you seen the egg beater?
Then loaded up tables to bring to the gallery to put the art on. Whew! Now the snow was melting and dripping on everything.
Taking over the space
3:00 pm Saturday Nov. 10th One hour before the opening... I still had a lot to do. I hung everything, raced home to change into clothes not covered in paint, glue, and dust.
I made it!
4:30 pm I arrive at my opening. It was great... first person I see is a good friend from the Ink Tank days. Then drawgers and illustrators arrived.
The music was arranged by my friend Chase, which included a guitar, ukulele and a vocalist. It was perfect.
More friends arrived... it was a full house.
Pulled off of the tree outside the studio this morning.
And kids.... lot's of kids. They loved the fire engines and couldn't keep their hands off them. I even hung drawings that some kids from my cartooning class did.
Kids enjoying art
" Hey" "Hey"
Found stuff from our woods
Lid man in his VW
The Fire Alarm was rung by many.
Tow Away Zone
Bob Staake was nowhere to be found, but his car was left parked in front of a hydrant.
He's giving me the Finger!
Then it was over... went home and the party continued. Mr. Hitz joined us for food, wine and conversation. Mid-night and most had gone to sleep.... I was back at the studio.... The next day I'm in fetal position with an eye twitch... my daughter's birthday party.... 12 screaming girls tearing our house apart and stomping on all our perennials. Pouring salt into the earth. Then they found a microphone to amplify their shrills of joy.
That's right folks, a quick heads-up to let you know of a fun show next weekend. In all it's rusty glory I will be introducing some of my unique toys and rusty people. It started out as a show on a whim, now it's a bitter battle. Tetanus Toys is a company I started some time ago, building toys out of rusty sharp things. It turns out there is another company doing the same thing... Lockjaw Unlimited. A rivalry began and harsh exchanges took place. This is awkward for me because I am also the owner of Lockjaw Unlimited. Now, being that both companies occupy the same space this became problematic as they often try to sabotage each other while working at oppositte sides of the studio. I'll post photos tomorrow.
Willow Art Gallery 99 Tinker Street Woodstock, NY 12498 Hours: 12:30pm-6pm Closed Teus, and Wed. Tel: 845.679.5319
Presents works by David Goldin Nov. !0th-Dec. 7th
Opening reception Nov. 10th 4pm-7pm Live music and refreshments