Went up the valley this afternoon, to one of Derbyshire's biggest secondhand bookshops. (Geoff Blore, over in Nottingham, is great, but parking is a little difficult). I picked up a lovely book on Norman Rockwell's America, published back in the 70s. Some terrific Ivy images, including Rosie The Riveter wearing cuffed Levis, red ribbed socks and penny loafers. Lots of saddle bucks on display; an overall air of non-partisan enjoyment of the American scene (although there are some thought-provoking Civil Rights images, too). He painted Stevenson, Kennedy, Goldwater, Johnson, Nixon, Reagan. He painted Americans eating and Americans praying.
He painted Americans.
http://www.nrm.org/
Stockbridge MA - well worth a vist.
God, I love Rockwell. Did anyone go to the show at the Dulwich Gallery a little while back? They covered one long corridor wall with every cover he did for the Saturday Evening Post. I was there for simply ages.
There was a substantial chunk about him and the museum on some programme about American art on BBC4 a couple of months back. It might be available on the internet somewhere.
I'd forgotten about that. Sadly, I remember 'Rocky and Bullwinkle' from DC comics better.
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Eat normal foods instead of junk foods
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^ There is something in what you say. 'You Are What You Eat'?
For any Americans who might be looking in, for me it's always about America, often about Rockwell (more, I should say, than Hopper or Pollock). Digging Rockwell led me to collect many arcane aspects of Americana - which I still do, although to a slightly lesser extent than pre-2012. I love my Harvard key-ring, my glass ashtray from some defunct diner in New Jersey, my framed ads for Stetson hats. memories of American clothing worn, worn out and disposed of.
I also love old movies with William Powell, Carole Lombard and Claudette Colbert.
Never quite got on with 'Bilko', though. Or 'Cheers'.
My artist friends introduced me to Norman Rockwell. As well as enjoying his depictions of American life they were great admirers of his illustrative skills - utterly peerless in their opinion. So their enthusiasm stayed with me and I went to that Dulwich Picture Gallery show and had a jolly pleasant afternoon. But, as wonderful as the pictures are as an evocative of sweetness and light (and great clothes), they are complete hokum. He set up every painting - chose stereotypes and dressed them and posed them and painted his invention in that glorious detail of his. So there's nothing remotely real, no genuine documentary at all. He had a vision and he rendered it magnificently. On the darker side I do feel that works like Rockwell's have helped reinforce the American sense of self, as a pure, innocent and well-meaning nation representing goodness, surrounded by the other representing malice and deceit. It's the fuel that spurs on the morons who stormed the Capitol Building. And I feel the British have it too. We are the good people, fighting against the forces of darkness. All complete bullshit of course. But I do still love Norman - no-one could paint a brown penny loafer like him.
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'Hokum'. I love that word. Art has so much of it.