Showing posts with label frank c. pape. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frank c. pape. Show all posts

Thursday, June 14, 2012

The Stork: Various Views

Includes work by Scot Gustafson, Arthur Szyk, Frank C. Pape, W. W. Denslow (Thanks, Aputsiaq!), and J. C. Leyendecker.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

O Where Are You Going: Favorite Poems

O WHERE ARE YOU GOING

"O where are you going? said reader to rider,
"That valley is fatal where furnaces burn,
Yonder's the midden who's odors will madden,
That gap is the grave where the tall return."

"O do you imagine," said fearer to farer,
"That dusk will delay on your path to the pass,
Your diligent looking discover the lacking,
Your footsteps feel from granite to grass?"

"O what was that bird," said horror to hearer,
"Did you see that shape in the twisted trees?
Behind you swiftly the figure comes softly,
The spot on your skin is a shocking disease?"

"Out of this house"--said rider to reader,
"Yours never will"--said farer to fearer,
"They're looking for you"--said hearer to horror.
As he left them there, as he left them there.

--W. H. Auden.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Frank C. Pape: Pictures From "The Russian Story Book"





A selection of color illustrations by Frank C. Pape from The Russian Story Book (1916). This is from the period when he was doing more work for children's books and before he entered his "witty" phase, where he used much the same sort of fairy tale art, but ironically.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Frank Papers From Frank C. Pape






























Some of the line drawings from James Branch Cabell's Jurgen (1921) by English artist Frank Cheyne Pape (there should be an accent over that final 'e': and it's pronounced paw-PAY). Pape had previously done more romantic pictures for collections of fairy tales and the like, but after the witty and accomplished work he did for Cabell's books he was tapped to do similar drawings for authors like Suetonius and Anatole France and Rabelais, writers who were deemed at the time to be ribald or dangerous, but whose books nowadays would hardly quicken a pulse. Pape, who was born in 1878, did little work after the Forties, and died in 1972.