In Honor of Memorial Day


Last night, I was struggling with what to say for this Memorial Day post.  In the past, I’ve shared paintings that have been done to commemorate Memorial Day.  I’ve posted pictures that I’ve taken of the flags that always show up in people’s yards on Memorial Day.  I’ve never really been happy with any Memorial Day posst that I’ve done.  How do you capture the enormity of this day, especially at a time like now.   I’ve always been a patriot.  I love this country but right now, we’re so divided that even I sometimes worry about the future of America and question whether we’re ever again going to be a united nation.

Then,  I came across this picture from Getty photographer John Moore.

It said everything that needed to be said about why this day matters.

Memoral Day at Arlington Cemetery by John Moore

Thank you to everyone who has served and who has sacrificed.

Artist Profile: Hannes Bok (1914 — 1964)


The artist known as Hannes Bok was born Wayne Woodward in Kansas City, Missouri.  His early childhood was fraught with turmoil.  His younger sister died with he was only four years old.  His mother had a nervous breakdown and was committed to an asylum.  With the family in desperate need of money, Wayne’s older brother, Irving, was sent away to a “work house” where the 9 year-old Irving was taught to do housework.  Meanwhile, Wayne’s parents divorced and his father married a much younger woman.  By the time that Wayne started high school, he was estranged from both his father and his stepmother.

As soon as Wayne graduated high school, he left home and ended up in Seattle, where he lived with his brother, Irving.  Despite having no formal training, Wayne began to send illustrations to small sci-fi magazines.  He used the named Hannes Bok, as a tribute to composed Johannes Bach.

Hannes Bok sold his first illustration to Weird Tales in 1939 and he worked continuously for them until 1954.  During that time, Bok was responsible for some of the most imaginative covers of the pulp era.  However, Bok also grew obsessed with the astrology and the occult.  He became a recluse, one whose erratic behavior alienated many of his friends and colleagues.  Poverty-stricken, Bok died of a heart attack when he was only 49 years old.

His work speaks for itself: