THIS ISSUE’S featured artist’s works are as creepy as they are (mostly) darkly humorous. Dark humor isn’t for everyone so we’re going out on a limb here, but we think it’s worth it, especially due to the season.
Edward Gorey self identified as being one of the most boring men alive in his day. Yet he worked in the macabre as brilliantly, if more humorously, as Edgar Allan Poe. He didn’t go out much, he didn’t have any close friends, and he lived nearly as a recluse. Yet, for all that, his art is as alive and full of imagination as his private life, seemingly, was devoid of it. He seemed to be one of those rare characters that life offers up every once in a while, a creative eccentric. He embodied his own work. Going out in great fur coats and living in a ballet theater, he went around town as one of his own characters. Perhaps because of this, there is something singularly sad about his life that seems to break through in almost all of his illustrations. That sadness seems to be loneliness. A resounding isolation permeates his characters. Even when in a crowd, they seem alone unto themselves, trapped in their own thoughts. The humor is itself caused by, and in response to, this melancholia, poking a little fun at it. If you want to find out more about this enigmatic artist there is a great article in the New Republic by Evan Kindley called Strange Ambitions.
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