David Berman has spent the last two decades in the public eye, stalking out his own territory as the leader of the rock band Silver Jews as well as poet and writer of Actual Air. In both cases, his address to the world has been marked with a singular touch; a literate, yet low-budget approach to communicating the beauty and absurdity of Earth-based life. As his fans will tell you, his work exemplifies entertainment at her best. Over the course of this time, his drawings have accented lyric sheets, enlivened autograph sessions and eventually provoked more than one request for a collection of the same. This accounts for The Portable February, a cheaply-priced but handsomely-appointed paperback compendium of the Berman visual sensibility.. The sound of David Berman is one that the popular music world is familiar with. The look of Berman isn't far off: a left-handed, child-like scrawl, scored with a wit and observation that confutes the often primitive nature of his line. Running the gamut from faux-political to faux-New Yorker, Berman's cartoons incorporate comedy, wistful Americana, contemporary art, dream visions and a visual analog to the semi-penetrable personal allusions that have comprised his writing over the years. The Portable February is funny, sure ��but it has as many moods as the day is long in the summer and short in the wintertime. As the artist himself put it, ��he drawings are pitched into some rudimentary space of public art, a place we might think of as between and below Gary Larson and Raymond Pettibon.��Whether or not you know it yet, this place is the size of your life or mine: portable-but-daily growing. But conveniently sized to put in your bag and carry away and painlessly priced�安hat better a fate for the shortest and hardest of all months?
博客來
