Where did they go, all those underground comic books of yore? Well, many tanked. But R. Crumb kept it going with Weirdo for a while there. Art Spiegelman had Raw, but that was more artsy. Anyway, we have a new winner: Mineshaft, published by Everett Rand and Gioia Palmieri in North Carolina. They’re up to issue number 27, and from what I’ve seen, they’re getting better and better, featuring old timers like Crumb and newer masters like Christoph Mueller and Nina Bunjevac. Each issue is surprising and deep and worthwhile and nourishing. Check it out.
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Posted by jtebeau on August 15, 2012
Posted by jtebeau on November 15, 2010
Sophie Crumb’s first solo art show opened this month at DCKT Contemporary here in Manhattan. I went with Mike “Art in Brooklyn” Sorgatz and we took it in. I was curious to see what this young woman was doing artistically, the daughter of two well-known neurotic artists, and I was particularly motivated because I felt I knew her since she was a little girl. By gad, her dad Robert has been documenting the [actually fascinating] minutiae of her life (as well as everything in HIS life) through his cartoons for decades now. On the verge of 30, little Sophie (love that name; the goddessness of it and all) is all growed up. I wanted to see what she was producing.
Her work is good. She’s got skills, especially in the ink-and-watercolor department, something I really admire. She comments on life’s gruesome and absurd truthiness, not unlike her folks. The stuff of hers that I saw was less autobiographical, though – more akin to the paintings her uncle Maxon did. An outsider looking in, like Tocqueville or Magaret Mead.
The scene at the opening was good. A lively mix of odd comic geeks and LES/Bushwick hipster-artist types. Bottles of Miller on ice. Many pieces sold. Go get ’em Soph’.
The show runs till December 30, 2010 at DCKT Contemporary in Manhattan.
Posted by jtebeau on July 12, 2010
One of my favorite classic Crumb pieces, summing up the story of modernization and “progress” in America. It’s terrifically rendered, poignant and personal. Truly fine cartoon art…
[from the film “Crumb” by Terry Zwigoff]