As I understand it, he is primarily an illustrator, who also sculpts and writes comic books from time to time — where the stories are the merest excuse to indulge in the sensual pleasure of lavishly rendering a whole menagerie of busty anthropomorphic vixens and their hapless sugar daddies, who all evolve in a baroque, surreal, theatrical world where shapes have gone mad.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Carlos Nine
So I'm reimmersing myself in drawing, and I was looking for good stuff to copy to get back into form. What I found were the wonderful drawings of Argentinian artist Carlos Nine: his style makes me think of a looser (and oversexed...) version of Peter DeSève maybe. It has the same marvellous cartoonish fluidity and masterful confidence with form: this knack for capturing and exagerating volumes, action, movement, expression, attitude... Rather than DeSève, I'm sure his own references must have been Toulouse-Lautrec and Daumier, with perhaps a touch of Degas (for the pastel work), a smidge of Balthus (for the simmering haze) and a heavy dollop of Disney.
As I understand it, he is primarily an illustrator, who also sculpts and writes comic books from time to time — where the stories are the merest excuse to indulge in the sensual pleasure of lavishly rendering a whole menagerie of busty anthropomorphic vixens and their hapless sugar daddies, who all evolve in a baroque, surreal, theatrical world where shapes have gone mad.
As I understand it, he is primarily an illustrator, who also sculpts and writes comic books from time to time — where the stories are the merest excuse to indulge in the sensual pleasure of lavishly rendering a whole menagerie of busty anthropomorphic vixens and their hapless sugar daddies, who all evolve in a baroque, surreal, theatrical world where shapes have gone mad.
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