When I was a boy in Illinois, Chester Gould lived in our town. And I shall never
forget the excitement in 1931 when he started to draw Dick Tracy. Small
boys hung around his house, hoping he would emerge and give them autographs.
Those of us who could draw were ablaze with ambition to become comic strip
artists. We sketched Tracy endlessly: his beak of a nose, his sharp jutting
chin, his tough slash of a mouth. And the snap-brimmed hat and turned-up coat
collar had to be just so. By the time I was 12, I could draw Dick Tracy better
then Gould could.
Then there was Carl Ed (pronounced Eeed). He, too, lived nearby and was one of
my father's bowling colleagues. Carl Ed drew Harold Teen. I would hang
around the lanes, egging Ed into drawing for me on the backs of score sheets:
bow-tied Pop Jenks, the proprietor of the Sugar Bowl soda fountain. I went home
and did likewise.
And there you have the answer to the question I often am asked: "How long
have you been doing what you do?"
It was Helen Bradley's work that suggested both the mission I undertook and the
style it required: to evoke the imagined seashore of simpler and gentler times,
when the girls on the beach were clothed in total mystery, with their hair piled
tauntingly high. When diversions were quiet and kids grew up with nature. And
everyone moved slowly. And the sun was probably sunnier. And water probably
tasted like water. When you look at my pictures, you are not supposed to wear a
serious expression. You are expected to smile, perhaps wistfully and with a
sense of loss. Often while I paint I laugh aloud. You have my permission to do
likewise...Dick LaBonté
Excerpt from At the Shore with Dick LaBonté, a coffee table book
with color preproductions of over thirty of his paintings, written by the
artist. This book is no longer available. Dick LaBonté's
new book
will be available through
LaBonté Prints in April of 2002.
(text and illustrations copyright 1993 by Richard H. LaBonté)
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