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Daniel Zalkus

Great drawings! They might be my favorite by Weaver. I've seen the Eric, Bouche, Topolski and Ungerer books. I'd love to see the others.

Did they do them every year? Here's a list that a friend recently shared with me:

1955: Rene Bouche
1956: John Groth
1957: Feliks Topolski
1958: Carl Ericson "Eric"
1959: Henry Koerner
1960: Robert Weaver
1962: Harvey Schmidt
1963: tomi Ungerer
1965: Chas. B. Slackman
1966: Ed Sorel
1969: Daniel Schwartz


I became acquainted with Mr. Weaver’s story through serendipity, and then I pursued his art. His compositions appear straightforward and unassuming, and so they didn’t scare me away. Rather I lingered. When I had studied the image long enough, I found deft and clever structure, and beyond that I found heart and quintessence.

I am a humanist, textually oriented, and young – I was just three years old when Mr. Weaver died. I had little exposure to art growing up, and even less to the graphic arts in particular. Now as an adult, I find meaningful art they way I find a light witch in a dark room. The artists who have let the light in for me are those whose simplicity resonates with me, but who really possess a quiet sort of expansiveness.

The heart and quintessence, the spirit, the sensitivity and waggishness, in Mr. Weaver, I imagine, were as strong as what radiates off the page. His art captivated me, but it is the artist that inspires me: his creations come from more than what the rest of us see. We know this because we know his eyesight failed and his talent never did. I know this because my eyes have not changed much since discovering Mr. Weaver, but the way I examine what’s in front of me has.

Thanks very much for sharing this series.

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