Born in the spring of 1861 in a modest East Anglian village on the wooded edges of Bury St. Edmunds, George David Darrow was the son of a gardener and a washerwoman. A solitary child, Darrow showed early signs of a vivid inner world, sketching woodland creatures and imagined spirits on sheets of whatever scrap paper he could find, much of which smelled of fish or meat that the paper had once wrapped. His youth was shaped by the rhythms of rural life and long hours exploring hedgerows, brooks, and ancient groves. Possessed of a quiet, observant nature and an innate gift for drawing, Darrow taught himself the principles of line and light by sketching the creatures and foliage around him. His Father, Henry Darrow, disapproved of his son’s obsession with woodlarking and hoped that his son would take up a respectable trade. As a young teenager, George was apprenticed to a local stone mason, but his tenure didn’t last the summer. George was found to be carving mysterious symbols into the lim...
Some fine examples of how mainstream newspaper cartoonists handle a particular subject in such individual ways...NOT! The recent cartoons about the Israeli-Lebanon conflict also show a complete lack of originality of ideas and opinions. I can't fault the technical skills of these cartoonists. The artistry is fantastic. What good is the artistry if the cartoons have no real impact? My skills need to be much better but at least I make some attempt at not repeating someone else's ideas.
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