today is ted rall obsession day
Sometimes I think Rall started a blog just to piss me off.
Now, he's going off on Art Spiegelman.
Today's New York Times puff piece on comix underachiever Art Spiegelman (Maus, bad New Yorker covers, nothing else worth mentioning) started me thinking about how artists work around their shortcomings. People like me, who have no shortage of ideas but aren't the best draughtsmen around, end up doing smart, wordy cartoons for alternative newspapers using styles that allow us to avoid having to do a lot of detailed rendering. In other words, we work around our drawing handicaps.
Honey, you are not only artistically handicapped, but your writing makes you seem mentally handicapped as well.
Then he says this about Chris Ware:
[People] can't imagine that such an accomplished artist could be so bereft of original--hell, any--thought.
Pot, kettle. Has Rall not heard about my Four-Trick-Pony theory? For the past two years - at least - he has said the same things over and over again. How original is saying "Bush stole the election" with stick figure men ad infinitum?
Rall says that artists like himself "end up doing smart, wordy cartoons for alternative newspapers." Yea, I know people like that, Ted. Most of them still live in mom's basement and bag groceries on the weekends for extra cash. The rest of them manage to get published in places besides papers that only would-be anarchists read.
So a world divided between idea people and art people has become a world divvied up between smart people who can't draw and dumb people who can. Bee-utiful.
Rall overestimates himself here, and truly underestimates Spiegelman. Even Art's hard-cover comics for kids show more originality and humor and intelligence than Rall could come up with even if he sat on his ass for three days straight while simultaneously channeling Einstein and the seven muses.