Welcome to the web log of illustrator, cartoonist, writer, motorhead, and future Wal-Mart greeter Lou Brooks. I've gone cold turkey blogless for the last few months, and let me tell you, friend, it hasn't been easy! Have you missed all your old familiar pals?... Balloon Face, Typositor Tom, Mr. Irresponsible, and those endearing rascals, The Ass Puppets? Well, to be honest, they're not here, and they're never coming back. But lots of others are just waiting to make all this worth your while, so let's get going! Shall we?

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot... check out my newest Internet brainchild, The Museum of Forgotten Art Supplies, where tools of the trade that have died or have just about died a slow death are cheerfully exhibited -- Over 300 of them and counting (all submitted by folks like you!).

 

Labor Day, September 5, 1944. I remember the day I was born. I suddenly noticed there was a lot more room, which was nice. There was a radio on. Then a man in the room said, "Jesus Christ, that nurse talks too much!" That would have been my father. I didn't know who this Christ guy was, but as life went on, my father brought his name up a lot. My mother would occasionally call out, "Jesus Jenny!" I have no idea who that was either. August 6, 1945. Things had been going pretty swell. Then there was this sadness, and everybody seemed to get real quiet. Beginning that day, the world seemed different. Like I was put in exile or sumthin' for no reason. April 27, 1962. My father still wouldn't give me permission to smoke in the house. I told him in the kitchen that I wanted to spend my life as an artist. He smoked Camels and blew out one of those quick sarcastic smoke puffs, you know, the kind they blow out the side of their mouth and it makes their one eye squint and gives them this really scary half-grin besides. "What are you gonna paint," he said, "FLOWERS?"

 

Let's get down to... MONKEY BUSINESS!

Courtesy Grand Comics Database www.comics.org

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Thursday
Apr122012

"He Says She Says" for the Wall Street Journal

Another "retirement" assignment for an article entitled "He Says She Says" for The Wall Street Journal. Created a few weeks ago, and I thought it would make a lovely companion piece to my previous "He Wants to Retire...but She Doesn't" post. This one was all about couples spending a lifetime together, only to find out their retirement dream worlds are very different. Shown below is the pencil drawing for it. I originally thought a perfume shoppe would work (see shoppe counter), but came to my senses and changed it to a dress shoppe. AD, once again: Orlie Kraus.

Tuesday
Apr102012

Latest for The Wall Street Journal

Seems I've been on a Wall Street Journal binge lately, thanks to WSJ AD Orlie Kraus, who, along with the editors, insists on making each assignment a barrel of fun for me. Here's the latest front page opener for yesterday's edition. A few of the steps along the way to arriving at this are shown below.

These were very fast roughs done while Orlie and I spoke on the phone. Although it looks more like a sunrise here, I imagined a setting sun denoting a time near the end of a career. I usually try to weasel my way out of doing a lot of quick thumbnails, worrying that the client will pick the weakest idea (which I think this one is). When this happens, you can sometimes find you've created a monster of a problem!

Thiis one's getting there. I like the confrontational situation between the couple, which gives them personality -- an ingredient that creates characters instead of just drawings. A touch of the animator in me, I guess.

This one brings a ton of energy to the image, and it's interesting how close to the final solution it is. The "clock" has turned into some sort of Age-O-Meter, and the couple are really going at it. As I developed a tighter drawing, it quickly occurred to me that the meter should show retirement-age possibilities rather than years.

An example of my laboriously rendered presentation pencil drawings. I can't explain why I work this way, but an upside is that it helps editors easily visualize what they're getting.

The pencil drawing placed in Orlie's supplied layout. I've emphasized the circular meter with some quick dark tones to make it obvious that the circle is the frame that will be holding all the other elements together. The computer makes such touches fast and easy. I was pretty sure about the motion lines, but finally decided they were just too much and had to go.

Speaking of computers, here's the front page of the iPad edition of yesterday's Journal. Editorial art... not exactly your father's Oldsmobile anymore.

Wednesday
Feb222012

Artists in Love: #1 in a Series "Portrait of Love"

Cover by the inimitable L.B. Cole. From TOP LOVE STORIES No. 19, ©1954 by Star Publications.

Sunday
Jan152012

Lou's Postcard Collection - #2

A crowd gathers on the street below. You'd think they would have thought of an elevator to the top floor of The Cuhsic Voh Hotel! Subsequently, not many people stayed there. Printed in U.S.A. by Progressive Publications, Inc. Date unknown.

Saturday
Dec242011

Merry Christmas Eve!

© 1931 by Dynevor Rhys and Delineator

What better image to capture the feeling of the night before Christmas? I suddenly have the urge to dress for late dinner, make a pitcher of martinis, and walk Asta. I found boxes of these some thirty years ago while driving back to New York from Maine in a little roadside one-room store.

Hardly anything is still remembered about Delineator, one of the smartest most fashionable mags of that most fashionable era, and even less is remembered about Dynevor Rhys, the illustrator who painted this cover for the December 1931 issue. It's reassuring to know that most all of us won't be remembered in 75 years either. So, why worry? Walk Asta, hoist that martini while looking into Myrna's eyes, and here's to Dynevor Rhys, Delineator, and many more Christmas Eves to come!