Review - What It Is by Lynda Barry

July 31st, 2008 John

In this primer for cartooning — a sort of how to be creative instructional text book — Lynda Barry takes a very different and very abstract approach. Instead of merely telling you how to fashion ideas and work with them, Barry takes the reader through an autobiographical journey tracing the movement of her brain and consciousness as it learned to fashion ideas and work with them.

“What It Is” unfolds through a bold and abstract presentation, where the subtleties and depth of Barry’s creative process — or, better yet, process to creativity — is echoed through a mix of sharp cartooning layered within intricate collage work. It may be an instructional work underneath all the clutter, but it’s that clutter that does the dirty work, making plain why the instruction makes any sense whatsoever.

Barry employs an arsenal of tactics to walk would-be cartoonists through the process. Sometimes it’s straight cartoon narrative — often Barry messes with this, creating a memoir of childhood with handwritten entries alongside the drawings. The journal winds through the personal circumstances of those years — including some sad details about her parental relationships — but the biographical detail provides a roadmap to the moment where all the circumstances, the doodling and reading and alienation, come together as artistic motivation.

When she’s not functioning as the Ghost of Cartoonists Past, Barry is posing a series of abstract philosophical questions about storytelling, the kind of zen unanswerables designed to get you thinking without entirely worrying about any conclusion. Questions like “What is the past made of?” and “What are thoughts made of?” serve as springboards for Barry’s energetic and often gorgeous collage work, providing equally abstract images illustrating the journey begun by the questions.

Reading “What That Is” is like diving into Barry’s mind and swimming for a while. You plunge into bits of narrative now and again, but most of it is free form exploration, with your actions working alongside and in contrast to Barry’s own. In other words, Barry actually takes you through the act of creation, rather than just telling you how it’s done — by the end, she’s a guide in the mysterious world of your own creative brain, not just her own. This should be required reading for any teenager drifting into a creative life.

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Vaughn Bell interview

July 3rd, 2008 John

Vaughn Bell has taken the entire idea of the man-made biosphere — that is, a closed ecological system — and brought it into the realm of the art gallery. Rather than making larger structures that humans must get inside, Bell fashions smaller versions that people can take around with them, little tiny balls of self-contained nature, like some science fiction satire. Bell gives them away for adoption — she has a “pseudo legal” adoption form and a guidebook for people who want to take on the responsibility of overseeing a tiny, self-contained world.

And she has other biospheres as well, of varying sizes with different reasons for their being, including some that hang from ceilings and allow visitors to pop their heads inside them.

Bell is currently showing at Mass MoCA in the Badlands show — this is the interview I did for an article about her work.

JM: Is there any upkeep a person has to do on these or are they pretty self-sustaining?

VB: They’re fairly self-sustaining. I get reports back from people sometimes about them. You can open them up and water them. That’s what the instructions are. You have to keep an eye on it, you can’t sit it on top of a radiator. You have to pay attention to it. If it looks like it’s drying out you can add some moisture to it or move it to a better location. The moss that’s inside, which is the main life that’s inside, it actually likes being in a little, damp space like that. It’s a hardy plant, actually.

JM: Does the moss ever try to push past the boundaries or do the boundaries define how far it will grow?

VB: The boundaries define how far the moss will go although if it was in its natural state, it would slowly spread. It does create a tiny piece of fenced off property that’s contained in this little tiny world.

JM: Some of the containers look like the eggs you get in grocery store machines, but others look like globes.

VB: I’ve used both of those, different shapes of plastic containers, and the ones that have a colored bottom and a domed top, they actually work better because they are easier to open up and take care of it and close it back up.

There’s another thing on the Web site called a portable personal biosphere that was a smaller version, really a public performance set, this little helmet that you could wear on your head. I was playing with the idea of what we really yearn for when we’re in an urban location and we feel a need — a physical and emotional necessity — to be around living things that we often don’t have in a really urban place, so this is a satire of that with this dome that you could wear over your head and it has this green horizon that was this layer of mosses right in front of your nose. You wouldn’t have to smell the exhaust fumes from the cars and everything would be muffled, so it’s a really personal piece of nature but also absurd.

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Jarvis Rockwell

June 27th, 2008 John

Jarvis Rockwell is easily one of the biggest reasons our family fell for the Berkshires — we first encountered him at his Maya show at Mass MoCA about 7 years ago. Jarvis’ work redirected my eye in both photography and everyday life and really got my brain going in making philosophical connections via his most widely publicized medium — action figures. I’ve mined that territory ever since encountering his work and it’s really my photographic passion.Over time, I’ve had a couple opportunities to talk with Jarvis — he’s Norman Rockwell’s son, in case you didn’t realize — but he devised Maya 3 in downtown North Adams for a big summer project and that gave me the excuse to talk at length with him and hang out, shoot some video and even contribute a small bit to the new pyramid (geeky of me, but awfully exciting — you can imagine the scenes I set up involved a lot of Doctor Who figures).I will post the straight interview eventually, but in the meantime here is the article that resulted from our talk, as well as this little video I put together of some impromptu footage I shot (I wasn’t really planning on doing it, I didn’t bring my DV camera, so this was all shot on my little tiny Nikon Coolpix).

Anyhow, I’m glad to be able to get to know Jarvis better — he’s a great and funny and fascinating guy. He’ll be hanging around the gallery in downtown North Adams this summer doing a wall drawing and he’s very approachable — I highly recommend checking him out!

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ITP 3: John Schimmel

June 21st, 2008 John

For the third in my series on New York University’s Interactive Telecommunications Program, I’m posting a conversation I had with John Schimmel, an adjunct professor there. What brought him to my attention was that John had networked three Mason jars to communicate with each other — taps outside one jar trigger blinking of one color LED in all the jars. The jars work like any home wireless computer network — realized in modern technological terms, but based in nostalgia. The idea began for Schimmel as a class project spurred on by a conversation with his sister about their firefly catching activities as kids.

JM: When did you first conceive of the firefly project?

JS: I was a first year grad student at the Interactive Telecommunications Program, where I work now, and I was in a class called Networked Objects, a class in taking physical devices that you might see every day and you create yourself and you make them talk to each other over a distance. Could be a local environment such as a room or over the Internet or a cellular network.

I had this memory when I was going home over holiday break between the two semesters and I was talking with my sister and we talked about the fireflies that we used to catch in the summer time and we’d put them in an old Land O Lakes butter dish and punch the lid and we’d shake them and tap them to get them to light up. I guess we’d keep them in our bedrooms and by the morning they were all dead, but for that night, there was something nice about that. There’s a connection, we each had a jar in our room and we each had a little plastic butter dish in our room, full of these little blinking lights. I thought it would be a nice project to take on, one to see if I could do it but also to maybe make one for my sister that could do over the Internet from my apartment in Brooklyn to her home in Pennsylvania. Then I decided to make it smaller and work in a local environment.

The Mason jars themselves are that my grandmother would always can tomatoes and vegetables and she had a whole bunch of canning jars. The Mason Jars look really nice. I grew up in the Poconos, so that’s where most of my country boy comes from.

Fireflies, that was something you planned your night around. Fireflies are sort of the main attraction and then your cousins were over and you’d chase them down. A lot of reminiscing.

The technical side, what I really liked is that I had never seen a networked night light and I was wondering if you did that. Would people find a new way to say good night? And how big could the audience be if you had a dorm room or an orphanage, if each one had a night light, could they talk with each other? I want to see how many people could say good night in a different way.

On the other side is the networked object side. We tried to use Instant Messenger and cell phones and email to talk with each other, but it would have to be something lighter but still have context.

I don’t consider myself an artist, I’m more of a designer and a prototyper.
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Greta Pratt

May 7th, 2008 John

Photo by Greta Pratt

Photo by Greta Pratt

I’ve been meaning to put this up for a while. Greta Pratt is easily one of my favorite photographers around. I first encountered her work at the Mass MoCA, where her portraits of multiple Lincoln imitators were included in the “Ahistoric Occasion” show. They really grabbed my attention and I immediately contacted her for an interview and wrote an article for the paper.

Greta’s interest lies in Americana and the use of history in everyday life, particularly in advertising. She’s also very attuned the symbols of patriotism and how they are co-opted for various purposes. These days, she’s working on a project called Flag A Day, in which, for a year, she offers a photo a day of the American Flag in some setting that she has found. This project is due to end on June 14.

So I contacted Greta again in order to talk about this project and catch up with her own brand of photographic sociology.

JM: Looking through the project, the flag begins to come off as a subliminal message — it’s everywhere you look!

GP: Exactly!

JM: Do you think the prevalence of the flag in signs and packaging and clothing devalues it? Or fetishizes it? Or both?

GP: I think it is a subliminal message used to create a false sense of patriotism. If something has a flag on it whoever is selling it must be patriotic or American.

JM: I find something charming about the American flag - in this day and age of slick graphics, it’s such a nice throwback to a clunkier age - what are your thoughts about that?

GP: I used to have some charming antique flags that I would put up on the Fourth of July but I got rid of them all because I have become so disgusted by the hijacking of this icon for messages I do not agree with.

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Review - More Old Jewish Comedians by Drew Friedman

March 1st, 2008 John

If there is one current artist who deserves more serious attention from the world, it is Drew Friedman.

Drew Friedman plies a creative trade that falls into the realm of cartoonig, but also pulls from the often disdained field of caricature. There are important differences between Friedman and that guy who sets up a stand next to the water front though and shills sketches of, say, Sylvester Stallone with a humongous head. One is that while Friedman might well want you to laugh at his interpretations, he probably wants you to cry simultaneously. Another is that for all the simplicity inherent in the field of caricature — focusing in on obvious elements of a person’s face and then accentuating them — Friedman focuses in on the less obvious parts worth noticing. He’s famous for his liver spots and warts and such.

The most important difference, though, is his subject matter. He would probably never draw Sylvester Stallone, though he would probably do a great one. Friedman prefers subjects like Morey Amsterdam — and you can trust Friedman to have not only studied Morey Amsterdam, but to do approach him in such a way that you look at Friedman’s portrait of him and you will know Morey Amsterdam, you will understand Morey Amsterdam, you will weep for and snicker with Morey Amsterdam.

Friedman’s latest collection of artwork “More Old Jewish Comedians” is all about that — Morey Amsterdam is in there, sure, but so Jan Murray, Bill Dana, Bert Lahr , Joe E. Ross and multiple others. And while the familiar comedians are delightful — his Jerry Stiller is both joyful and mind-boggling, while Marty Allen dares you to look away and not be able to marvel at the details that record every strand of hair on the man’s head — it’s the portraits of those less known that are fascinating. Herbie Faye, for instance — I have no idea who he is, but the image of him, cocked head, bar and grill in the background on a New York City avenue, is the epitome of old style, show-biz cool. Equally, there’s a sadness but also a mischievous vigor in the eyes of of Bert Gordon — also unknown to me — who sits in a striped polos shirt, next to his walker and his Florida condo, slacks pulled up to his chest. These are loving portraits of people who do not fit the bill of classic American loveliness, drowning in the sweet, brotherly joy of Herbert and Milton Marx (that is, Zeppo and Gummo), as well as examining the mysteries in the alarmingly manic face of disheveled Larry Storch. This is celebrity artwork that really gets inside the skins of the people being captured, even as it meticulously reproduces the aging faces that protect the spirits within.

It’s a territory that Friedman has walked forever — a Friar’s Club world dominated by a Borscht Belt mentality, with a garnish of after hours bars and intoxicated one-upmanship. Friedman came into prominence in the 1980s, with magazine work appearing everywhere from Spy to National Lampoon and beyond — he often collaborated with his brother, Josh Alan Friedman, a writer. Their stomping grounds were the back alleys of grade-z showbiz — he had captured Ed Wood’s gang in cartoon form long before the likes of Tim Burton ever had the opportunity to make a big movie about them. Friedman’s presentation was like some sort of sleazy tabloid underworld, where reality and fantasy mixed into something that just seemed real. Did Bill Cullen really skulk around the sleazy streets of New York City? Who knows? Probably not, but Friedman made it seem so possible.

Friedman has always had an eye for the absurd and one incident in particular illustrates how on the mark he was. One of his most famous cartoon stories involved New York City talk show curiosity Joe Franklin. Unlike Howard Stern and Morton Downey, Franklin was a local celebrity who remained so, with his oddball amateur talk show on NYC cable TV, built around meandering reminiscences of old time showbiz with his various guests. Franklin became fodder for the Friedman brothers’ cartoon wit, but Joe Franklin didn’t find anything funny about “The Amazing Shrinking Joe Franklin,” a satire depicting Franklin as actually physically shrinking, and sued. Did Franklin object because of the obvious symbolism? No. Franklin was apparently seriously concerned that his fans would believe he was actually shrinking. And maybe that’s the irony of it all — years later, I don’t remember Franklin himself too well, but the vivid image of a little tiny version of him sitting on a chair on a TV set is etched in my brain. Such is the power of Drew Friedman.

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Genesis P-Orridge interview

January 26th, 2008 John

Genesis P-Orridge is an industrial music legend, pioneering the form as well the lifestyle — his ventures in body modification, tattoos, and piercing were well documented in the seminal RE/Search book “Modern Primitives,” a counter culture sensation that spawned a mainstream aesthetic form.

He still performs with both his bands, Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV.

Recently, P-Orridge’s partner in life and art, Lady Jaye, died in their Brooklyn home. The two had been working on a performance project of body modification wherein they created a third being, known as Breyer P-Orridge, and received cosmetic surgery to bring them closer visually. The work was an examination of self and sexuality that the couple made personal and part of their everyday life.

The following interview was conducted prior to Lady Jaye’s death — in the same interview session Lady Jaye spoke about the Breyer P-Orridge project in conjunction with an installation at Mass MoCA — that can be read here. What follows is the conversation with Genesis about his beliefs and work.

SB: The book “Modern Primitives,” which you were featured in, is one of those quiet bits of influence that never really gets its due.

GP: It’s funny, because that book Modern Primitives, I knew Vale, who runs RE/Search, already and he used to do it in a newspaper format and called it “Search and Destroy” and then I was hanging out with him way back in 1980, maybe earlier, and we were talking. I said “You know what someone should do? Do a series of books that are like an alternative culture encyclopedia that you get in volumes and start to document all these new underground movements that are going on.”

So the first one was William Burroughs, Brion Gysin and Throbbing Gristle, then he did “The Industrial Culture Handbook” and then he said to me when I was visiting “What next?”
I said that we had been getting piercing and tattoos and the Fakir Mustaphar and Mr. Sebastion, I explained why it was interesting, this reclamation of the human body, and that was how modern primitives happened, it was actually a suggestion that he took up.

We had no idea that it would be so incredibly influential. When you look at it chronologically, that’s when it exploded across the planet. Now there’s a piercing and tattoo shop in almost every village, everywhere you go, it’s incredible.

SB: You can’t pass a teenager without one or the other or both or several.

GP: We walk along and Jaye says “I blame you for this.”

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Gregory Crewdson

January 25th, 2008 John

Photographer Gregory Crewdson is known for his meticulous, cinematic work, where mysterious circumstances are depicted as nuggets in a larger story. His photo shoots work like movie sets — indoor sets are crafted with the same detail and intensity, while his on location work can often resemble a movie crew at work, and can cause as much disruption and awe.

Crewdson’s images are often captured at night and mostly depict people in some moment of their own personal twilight — his book of the same name is a collection of surreal moments captured, slices of time laid down on the page for the audience to decipher. His subjects might be staring off, lost in something the camera can’t capture — women are often in their underwear and look surprised to be in feminine bodies. Men are obsessive, attending to mounds of dirt and piles of junk that they have amassed in their living space. There is often the slight suggestion of another presence — unseen but felt, lurking and watching from off the frame. Perhaps it is the viewer, perhaps a god, perhaps a UFO. Crewdson keeps it to himself.

His upcoming book, “Beneath the Roses,” is a collaboration with author Russell Banks. Crewdson lives in New York City and teaches at Yale.

JM: Some people have noticed a similarity between you and Edward Hopper — particularly between your untitled photo from winter of 2004 and his painting “Morning in a City.”

GC: Believe it or not, I didn’t have it in mind at all. I guess that’s how art operates. Obviously I’m a big fan of Hopper and know his work really well, but I wasn’t in any way attempting to do an homage or pastiche of his work, I was just entirely focused on making the best picture I could.

Artists always have a relationship to the tradition in which they work, so I think that maybe on an unconscious level previous images saturate you in some way or another.

JM: Your photos are filled with women in the same mood as the Hopper woman— various states of undress, disarray. Where does the interest lie?

GC: That’s not something I’m very conscious of. I know I’m interested in a particular type, a certain kind of hauntedness or loneliness, and beauty, and a certain kind of nakedness. Anything more than that I’d be hesitant to try and articulate, I like to keep it a mystery in a certain sense. To myself, I mean.

JM: No pivotal moment in your life to explain the preoccupation — like that story David Lynch has about the naked woman walking down the street when he was a kid?

JM: It might be a similar kind of thing, and now I’m not even quite sure if I was there or if I just heard my parents talk about it, but I think we were all at the next door neighbor’s in Brooklyn Christmas party and it was all very proper and everything, and the mother walked down the stairs of her house completely naked. I don’t even know if I was there, but I’ve always had that in my mind. I love that notion. I guess you could make a distinction between naked and the nude. Naked just feels more psychological.

It was just when we were talking right now, I was reminded of that story, and that’s why I’m unclear as to whether I was there or not, but I can follow that up, I’ll ask my mother about it. Or I just completely made it up, I’m not quite sure. I don’t think so. I draw from certain images in my mind and something stays up there or not. If it stays up there, I try to make a picture of it.

JM: I’ve heard you come up with your ideas while swimming.

GC: During the day, there are always distractions, things happening, even in my studio there’s very little time for allowing your imagination just to open up, so when I swim, I just very consciously allow my imagination to wander. Sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t. As I’m swimming, I’m counting the laps and, at some point, images do emerge. I start to think about that and, then, I let it sit and if it stays, I start to think about, well, what kind of room would that be in or what would the space look like, all that.

I have two distinct ways of working — on location, which is more location-driven, where I look around over and over again for a location that might work for one of my pictures, but if I’m working on a sound stage, I start with an empty space and I have to build everything up. So if the image stays with me, I work with the art director and start working on all the fiscal aspects of creating it.

JM: There are stories implied in your images. Does a story come to your mind at some point along with the image?

GC: In terms of what it actually means? No. I really don’t have any interest in the before or after. I am just completely invested in the single moment. I can have some ideas, but I much prefer to keep that a mystery and just make sure that I render that single moment as perfectly as I can.

JM: Are you a movie fan?

GC: I love films in general, I love light on the screen. My favorite filmmakers— David Lynch, Cronenberg, Hitchcock, Orson Welles — in all these filmmakers, there are levels of meaning where nothing is as it appears to be. In terms of influence, I could be looking at any movie and there could be a scene in the movie that strikes me as beautiful that I could just file away.

JM: Your photographs could be mistaken for stills from a film.

GC: Ultimately, there’s a big difference from a movie in that there’s a certain kind of investment to a single image that no movie could sustain. That’s one of the reasons I don’t make movies, because I love the notion of putting everything into a single picture.

JM: Do you think of yourself as a storyteller?

GC: Yes, I do, a storyteller in a very particular way. I don’t want my pictures to be hermetic or inaccessible. I want the pictures to tell a story of some sort and engage the viewer. Photography has a very limited capacity to tell a story, so it’s a very different kind of story than film or literature.

JM: It’s an implied story.

GC: Of course, like all photographs are.

JM: Do you think of yourself as a New England photographer?

GC: That’s an awful interesting thing. At this point, I feel like it’s very clear that a setting is so important to my pictures and I’ve made all my pictures in and around the Berkshires. The way I see it is that the setting is a stage for my picture-making activities and it’s an important one, but I also want the picture to feel like it could be anywhere.

It’s the place, it’s my connection with the place and it’s my imagined sense of the place all coming together. My family has a cabin in Becket and that’s the starting point of why I make pictures there. And we still have that cabin.

JM: What’s your trajectory in photography been?

GC: I started photography late in life. I really didn’t start until I was an undergraduate at SUNY Purchase, that’s really when I took my first photography class and, from that moment, it was very obvious what I wanted to do.

The first art photograph that really had a profound effect on me was the Diane Arbus retrospective that my father took me to when I was 10-years-old. It wasn’t until later I realized that I had that connection. It’s a long list of people who have influenced me, from Cindy Sherman to William Eggleston.

JM: What sort of photos did you take when you first started?

GC: I’ve always, over and over again, been drawn to the same subject matter, suburban landscapes, small towns, always.

JM: Is it a case of a city kid finding a rural area exotic?

GC: I feel the reason I’m drawn to that kind of imaginative place is that I look at it with a sense of wonder and awe, but I also feel like I have a double life. I have my life in New York with my family, and then I have my more imaginative life when I’m in Massachusetts and I make my pictures.

What I’m most interested in now is a kind of non-descript, desolate town where everything feels like its from another period, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

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Peter Garfield

January 23rd, 2008 John

It was about ten years ago that Peter Garfield began taking photos of houses falling out of the sky.

Blurry, at times lacking in basic composition and focus, Garfield’s work appeared to be a collection of impromptu snapshots in the tradition of UFO photography more than any kind of gallery art. Part of Garfield’s method is to embrace the most important component behind the UFO phenomenon — the fakery of it. The photos are not real photos of houses flying in the sky, but there is a back story to the images that extends perception of fiction as reality, the idea that Garfield’s photos reflect a larger effort to take houses and drop them for the purpose of art. Garfield’s method of utilizing the iconography he had created to expand into an entire mythology was similar, also, to the way information about UFOs is passed around popular culture — he made a book that put the images into their fictional content in the form of his artist catalog for a show.

These days, Garfield is working in film
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and exploring very similar themes, but the falling houses are still well remembered by lovers of the absurd.

SB: I felt as though your photos were so realistic that they couldn’t be anything other than fakes.

PG: The whole thing is fiction. The photos themselves, of the houses falling, are done with models, very small models. I break them up and glue stuff to them and make them look more realistic and destroyed and then the documentary stuff was all done. The helicopter images and the crane images were the first time I had ever used Photoshop —that was ‘97 — and that Web site is actually from 1998, it hasn’t changed once. The black and white one is myself, a bunch of other people, friends and actors. There are some interior shots in my friends’ design space.

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Review - Milk Teeth by Julie Morstad

December 24th, 2007 John

As presented in “Milk Teeth,” there’s no denying the talent of Vancouver artist Julie Morstad. Her thin and busy line work moves like a thread through her drawings, fashioning images witty and precious and grim and affected.

Morstad’s wit is a surrealist one of floating heads, millions of bees escaping from a girl’s ear, and children hiding from stalking tigers behind piles of books. She’s extremely interested in hair, it seems — winding around faces and on beds, bursting out of houses and acting as the stomping ground for various visitors on people’s heads.

It all, unfortunately, adds up to nothing.

One reason is that for all the obvious technical skill, the presentation in the book — part of Drawn and Quarterly’s Petits Livres series — accentuates the fact that Morstad’s images are not standalone gallery art and, therefore, isn’t well-served by the same translation into book form. Her work is illustration through and through. Illustration works best in a context as part of a collaboration with words but there are none in this book.

Though stories are implied, the illustrations don’t work as pantomime and the pages seem naked without the other half of the team. Whereas words or context might lend a power to the images, put in succession in book form, the collection seems more like a vanity press sketchbook.

One easy bit of text could have been something actually explaining who the artist is, actually talking about the artist’s work. As it is, the reason the work is there in a book is a bit of a mystery — the significance of the images aren’t very apparent and the book isn’t keen to divulge anything.

You are left guessing and the first impression you get is that the artist spent much of her time copying Edward Gorey with precision. With dozens of sad-faced art deco girls populating the pages, with grim and goth frameworks accentuating the morbid and absurd moods that underlie them, it looks like Morstad sat down with a pile of Gorey books and taught herself how to draw.

One thing that wasn’t learned from Gorey, though, was his presentation — Gorey’s art is easily the big draw in his books, but his narratives, usually spare, offer some structure to the presentation, particularly in a book like “The Ghastlycrumb Tinies.” Morstad’s illustrations are just as unrelated, with nothing to bind them but the fact that they were chosen to be in this book.

In the context of releasing books that are showcases for derivative work, Morstad is missing the important lessons of her apparent idol. Rather than copy his lines, it would be nice if she found herself and her own style instead — I would love to see what Morstad is capable of without Gorey taking charge of her drawing hand.

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