Showing posts with label Claudio Castellini. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claudio Castellini. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

John Buscema - The Anatomy Lessons




I've been familiar with the name and the work of John Buscema since a very early age.
Superman and Spider-Man is one of the first comic books I remember owning and probably one of the first I have actually READ.



(I'm sure it was the first one my brother Maurizio has ever read, because I remember him taping his voice while  reading it aloud, practicing his then newly acquired skill)

That comic was penciled by John Buscema.

If you have been reading Marvel comics from the late sixties through the early nineties, then you have most certainly stumbled across his work, as he has been one of the pillars of the "House of Ideas".
He did tons of penciling, both as a regular as well as filling in when other artists could not deliver on time; he provided lay-outs or panel breakdowns for countless books and left an imprint on the Marvel house style second only to Jack Kirby's and possibly au pair with John Romita Sr.


Not surprisingly he co-authored the How to Draw Comics Marvel Style book, a product not without its detractors, who see it as little more than a gimmick, but still a good and fun entry point for young wanna-be cartoonists.

As a youngster I've never paid particular attention to his work until I had the chance of getting in touch with Claudio Castellini, a young but already accomplished Italian comic book artist (probably my favorite back then) who made a splash with a style greatly influenced by American cartoonists.
Castellini was gracious enough to share some of his time with the 15-years-old me, back when I dreamed of becoming a comic book artist.

I used to send him some samples which we would then discuss a couple of weeks later over the phone.

(to this day, the notion of a busy professonal making time to chat over the phone with a teenage aspiring artist blows my mind)

Always encouraging and never once rude, Castellini, who displayed very silver age taste for realistic yet dynamic art, insisted time and time again that I learn anatomy.
No. That I MASTER anatomy.

So he recommended me to study (even right down copy) Buscema's work as he thought no other artist was more accomplished in the drawing of the human figure in motion.





Castellini himself picked up a couple of Buscema's mannerisms, like the "spades" feet (as I call them) and the frequent use of poses where one character would be leaning heavy on one leg, while keeping the other foot lifted from the ground.



















































In order to understand anatomy I also sank my teeth in Burne Hogarth's Dynamic Figure Drawing, a book that also had a palpable influence on Castellini.

(I may be misremembering this, since my appreciation of Hoghrath has diminished greatly, but I don't recall Castellini ever mentioning Hogarth, surely not nearly as much as Buscema)

(truth be told, he recommended also s to study actual photos of body builders, as "it doesn't get any more anatomical than THAT")

(well, I guess it does in porn, but I digress...)

So I went on and bought some issues of The Savage Sword of Conan.
They were terrible editions: downsized to pocket book format, not in chronological order and with single stories often split across two issues.

But the art was great.

Buscema enjoyed Conan a lot more than "dudes in tights". Frank Miller even said he resented having to draw super-heroes, even though the quality of the work never betrayed any ill sentiment.

The inking on Savage Sword wasn't very consistent: it went from the lavish etching-like inks of Alfredo Alcala, to the surely competent but less impressive finishings of Ernie Chan (a personal favourite of mine is Nestor Redondo's work on issue 90)

Buscema's hand can be seen all right through the inking, but I would have liked more consistency.

As it appears, Buscema's pencils were never very tight. Some even say he provided mere sketches, and that the inker had to do much of the heavy lifting.




 































While it's true that at times he provided just lay-outs and break-downs the looseness of these samples should not trick you: there is so much going in every single line.

It is all there.

Even with little to no indication to where the blacks should go, I promise you these are pages that leave only two ways to go to the inker: the right way and the wrong way.

But the one thing we should celebrate Buscema for, it's anatomy.
Especially dynamic anatomy, or even better, comic-book-dynamic anatomy.
The kind of human figure drawing that requires knack for posing the characters and staging the action.
Only in recent years I finally realize the wonderment of Castellini at Buscema.








Indeed, he never got it wrong.
There is no pose he would oppose, no angle he could not handle.






The proportions are always spot on, the poses always plausible, yet they are never dull. His characters are expressive, dramatic, readable and appealing.








Yes, he was using shorthands and formulas, but let's not forget that the guy had to crank out pages at a ridiculous rate, I'm sure he did not even have the time to lookup for references, and that can explain why many characters share the same body type, why some of his "extras" tend to look alike, but this is beside the point.

He really could draw people in motion at a drop of a hat.
Those "loose" pencils are a good measure for his confidence and draftsmanship 

There are many, many artists who have been compared (rightly or wrongly) to Michelangelo and Buscema is among them.

I suppose the abundance of half-naked guys and gals in both artists' work makes the use that comparison even more tempting.

But I won't disagree.

As you certainly should give a look to Michelangelo if you want to master the human figure, then I also recommend as warmly to study Buscema too.

Especially if you are into sequential art.

Friday, 19 February 2010

La Bugia


Alla fine l'ho capita.

Ci ho messo, quanto, Sei anni? No direi dieci anni. Mi ci sono voluti una laurea, 5 traslochi, quattro lavori, un matrimonio, un figlio e i miei mal di testa e mal di pancia di oggi.

Che la risposta non è su Google.
Probabilmente la risposta non è da nessuna parte. Non nel prossimo film, o alla prossima puntata. Non nell'ultima sigaretta o nell'ultima notizia.

Forse la mia non era una dipendenza, ma una sete che non può essere spenta.

Chi reagisce? Chi posta un commento? Chi ha aggiornato il blog? Ci sono updates? Nuovi Uploads? Quando sarà disponibile il prossimo episodio di LOST?

E così via.

Ma internet non ha alcuna risposta da dare! Così come nessun libro ha la risposta(capisco ora il successo di un libro-fuffa come The Secret).

Mi sono posto per ANNI di fronte prima alla TV, poi alla radio, ora a internet come di fronte all'oracolo. In attesa che arrivasse LA PAROLA.

Ricordo che quando ero piccolo questo sentimento procedeva a spanne più lunghe,eppure ricordo distintamente di quando pisciavo nel vespasiano del cesso dei maschi, in via Boifava e mi accorgevo che ero sempre in attesa. Del propssimo film, della prossima figata, del prossimo natale per avere giocattoli.
Waiting for the NEXT BIG THING.

Eppure le uniche vere soddisfazioni le hai quando FAI una cosa. Quando la porti a termine.
Il primo orgasmo, la maturità. Un lavoro finito e pubblicato. Mio figlio. Solo allora ho avuto attimi in cui capivo chi ero.

Il lavoro che ti ci porta, a quella realizzazione, non è mai piacevole. Nno ti ci poi indulgere come quando passivamente ti metti di fronte all'utima puntata di LOST.

Ma non è questo il punto.

Sono certo che a parlare è anche il peso del senso di colpa che chi è cresciuto cattolico non riesce a scrollarsi di dosso se non lottando a mani nude con l'angelo.

Vuol dire che non andrò più su Youtube?
Certo che no. Se mi serve. Se sarà Youtube a venire da me.
Continuerò a leggere libri perchè è una delle cose più belle del mondo e niente mi darà mai più piacere di un bel fumetto da sfogliare all'infinito.

Ma non cercherò più le risposte.
Le darò.

Solo... peccato di non esserci arrivato prima.
In fondo non è molto saggio fidarsi degli oracoli che predicono cose meno gravi del patricidio o l'incesto. E anche di quelli in fondo sarebbe meglio fare a meno.


Cambiando discorso. Devo imparare a disegnare gli abiti in pelle.
Alla ricerca di riferimenti sono incappato in questo illustratore.
Si chiama Mike Mayhew
Molto commerciale e patinato, ma alcune cose le fa proprio bene. Fa rimpiagere l'Alex Ross che fu, prima che si desse agli steroidi (stessa cosa capitata al grande Claudio Castellini) e disegna Mystica degli X-Men da dio...