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Happy New Year!

An homage to the great J.C. Leyendecker. Homage. That’s what we call out-and-out art theft, right?

You probably know Leyendecker better as the “Arrow Shirt Man” illustrator. But before Norman Rockwell, Leyendecker was THE Saturday Evening Post cover man. He was brilliant. Much beloved of painters for his technique painting hair (among other things).

Of course, me being me, I screwed up. I intended to find the Leyendecker cover from New Years a hundred years ago, but this is actually the 1909 one. Because math. Because, consarnit, I’ll see 2018 out as innumerate as I saw it in.

Happy New Year, everyone!

p.s. watch me get done for child porn.

Comments


Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: December 31, 2018, 10:25 pm

May you and Uncle B continue to flourish throughout 2019, Sweas!

 


Comment from technochitlin
Time: January 1, 2019, 12:34 am

Pretty much New Years for ya’ll at this time; the best to you and Badger, and let us all hope 2019 is better than 2018!

 


Comment from QuasiModo
Time: January 1, 2019, 12:45 am

All the best for 2019 everyone!

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: January 1, 2019, 5:53 am

Happy and prosperous New Year, all my friends!

May 2019 bring you no surprises but happy ones,
and all your hopes fulfilled.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 1, 2019, 11:11 am

Thanks everyone! And to you!

If you didn’t see the London fireworks, make sure you do on replay. They were the best! (Turn down the wretched pop music, tho).

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: January 1, 2019, 1:30 pm

Happy New Year Y’all!

 


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: January 1, 2019, 2:18 pm

Happy New Year to Stoat Weasel, the House of Badger and all who visit there…

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: January 1, 2019, 3:32 pm

Happy New YEAR! Here’s to a great year for y’all no matter what actually happens in the world.

and Stoaty?
2018-100 = 1909?

Sorry, even a zero-based programmer like me can’t help you justify that one. 🙂

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: January 1, 2019, 3:46 pm

A Happy New Year to everyone at Chez Badger/Weasel!

I liked your Santa Series. When I was small my mother found a Grumpy Santa ceramic figure, possibly marketed as a piggy bank, and we parked him atop the TV every year for more than 2 decades. I wish I still had him, or could find one like him (though I haven’t checked eBay). Talk about disconcerting; he made Grumpy Cat look just mildly dyspeptic.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: January 1, 2019, 3:48 pm

I came back to tell you all, that a little while ago I cracked my two breakfest eggs into a hot skillet, and the second egg had two yolks! So I’m taking that as a positive sign that this new year will be an improvement over last year.

 


Comment from Armybrat
Time: January 1, 2019, 5:44 pm

Happy New Year to the house of Badger and all it’s minions! Hubby and I both worked yesterday. We met some friends at our favorite pub, imbibed a round or two and then walked home. We were long in bed before the new year rang in.

 


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 1, 2019, 6:43 pm

Happy New Year everyone!

Looks as if we might (at last!) be about to get a taste of winter in Merrie Olde, so forgive me if I go back to sleep.

Maybe just one more mince pie before I do….

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 1, 2019, 8:17 pm

I’m not *that* bad, Durned. The baby was always shown knocking on the door of the new year. So, 2019 – 100. Off by an even decade.

Here is the one from 1919. Pity, I could have worked a chicken into that one.

 


Comment from temple run
Time: January 2, 2019, 10:06 am

New year painting is very beautiful and unique.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: January 2, 2019, 5:07 pm

Actually, the nice pronographic little tyke kinda looks like a Hummel figurine –

(and not at all like, for those aficionados of WW II German self propelled artillery, a Hummel Geschützwagen III/IV)

 

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