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Posting this for no other reason than it's a beautifully composed illustration. Perry Peterson is the artist.
Peterson was an exceptionally talented illustrator who died tragically in the prime of his career. He was a smoker who had a habit of falling asleep at his studio desk.
Peterson was an exceptionally talented illustrator who died tragically in the prime of his career. He was a smoker who had a habit of falling asleep at his studio desk.
The last time proved fatal. His studio caught fire and he sustained burns that killed him days later in a hospital bed. This supremely talented illustrator was survived by his wife and daughter.
Screw it, I proclaim tonight Perry Peterson Friday. Enjoy.
This use of white and negative space takes talent and balls. Beautifully executed. Peterson makes it look easy.
There's an idealized appeal to the people in his illustrations. The expressions and gestures are explicit, yet subtle. Most artists never learn to pull this off.
The guy in the foreground dominates the picture but is composed in a way that frames the focal point of the picture: the woman and her reaction to what she's seeing. The building in the background reinforces the framing of her head.
This is just candid, humorous, and well pulled off.
Wonderful gestures. The figures flow and balance each other.
Well lit and melodramatic. You get a vivid sense of urgency and danger.
Monochromatic and simple. Peterson was a master of the subtle gesture.
Dramatic and colorful.
Last but not least. This is excellent. A simple well put together illo balanced by a great layout and an interesting design. We need more of this. Art and beauty matter. Skill and craft matter. Love and romance matter. You can nail me to that cross.
