Today marks the beginning of my new career. I think I’ve finally happened upon one to really sink my teeth into for the next few decades. I’m setting up shop–as an illustrator.
Above is an early effort at gouache, a posterised ‘hyper-J’ at a New Town cafe–Atomic–last year. The breakfast there was amazing. My eggs came with dukkah and olives. The walls had images painted directly onto them. The coffee was good.
Now, due to the lack of illustration courses of any variety–university, TAFE–in Australia, excepting one in Melbourne, which is very far from me, I am teaching myself. While I take a part-time graphic design class at a local commercial arts college, I wouldn’t say there’s much guidance or even emphasis on illustration. The real reward for doing such courses is that you become a certified Adobe CS user. No, it will just be me, my pens, pencils, paints…
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Many see St. Louis-born sculptor, painter, and illustrator Jules Arthur as a contemporary Rembrandt. His pensive portraits of Muhammad Ali and other larger-than-life figures from history are collected the world over. But it’s not just his portraits of legends that impress. It’s his ability to capture souls in his portrayals of everyday people that leaves an indelible mark on viewers. See more of his work at julesarthur.com.