
Harry Anderson's story is as unique as his
ability. Born in 1906 in Chicago, he was going to be a mathematician. He
started college at the University of Illinois in 1925. He took an art course
as an easy counterpoint to the math classes and discovered both a talent and
a love for drawing. From such simple choices our lives are made.
With the change in major came a change in
venue. He moved to Syracuse, New York, to attend the Syracuse School of Art
in 1927. It was a classical art education with the entire first year devoted
to drawing from the cast - a practice of presenting the student with a bust
or other piece of sculpture in various lightings and having them render it
in different media. It's a grueling technique despised by most students for
its repetitious boredom, but it instills basic drawing skills that are
crucial to an illustrator's success. With the second year's classes came
figure drawing and anatomy classes as detailed as those for medical
students. More fundamentals that stood him in good stead his entire career.
At Syracuse he met and roomed with Tom Lovell
who became a lifelong friend and an important illustrator in his own right.
They graduated with honors and moved to New York to share a studio and make
their fortune. Unfortunately, this was 1931 and the Depression was in full
force. It took Anderson over a year to make his first magazine sale and
several more years before he felt established enough to move back home to
Chicago.
With
some New York magazine sales behind him, he joined an art service agency
that found work for its artists in return for a portion of the fee. By 1937
he was working on national ad campaigns like the one for Sealed Power
Piston Rings in 1938 (above right). He was also much in demand for
story illustrations for the major magazines.
His work appeared in
Collier's, Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping, Ladies'
Home Journal (image at left from the August 1946 issue), Redbook,
The Saturday Evening Post and others. The images were on a par with
the best work being done at the time.
He married Ruth around 1940. She worked in
the same building as Harry and posed for him on one occasion. The following
year he left the agency and joined the studio of Haddon Sundblom - famous
for his Coca-Cola Santa Claus paintings. He was too old for
military service but he did contribute one poster to the war effort. The
purchase of a home during this period led to a second fork in his career
path.
He
and Ruth joined the Seventh Day Adventist church and in 1944 Harry was asked
if he would contribute to their publishing efforts. Harry generously said
yes and the next year his most famous image was crafted. "What
Happened to Your Hand?" (at right) was done for a children's book in
1945 and immediately touched the hearts of that audience. The adults in
charge of the publishing program were less enthusiastic; some even
considering it near-blasphemous to show Christ in the present day. Cooler
heads prevailed and Anderson spent the rest of his active career splitting
his efforts between commercial assignments at his premium wages and
religious ones done for love and for scale.
His art director at Review and Herald
Publishing was T.K. Martin and it was his vision of Christ as a tangible
presence in modern times that was shared and executed over and over again by
Anderson. The inner peace that allowed Anderson to make his choice to
contribute his time and effort at virtually minimum wage was evident in his
paintings and in his depiction of Jesus.
Actually,
that's unfair to Harry. That dedication and calm is present in all
of his work. As an important and popular illustrator, he's almost unique in
the gentleness of his images. Quite capable of depicting nearly anything
(see the western scene at right), his choice of assignments and his approach
to them was always in line with the dictates of his heart. Not many people
can live their lives the way they want to. It seems that Anderson
did. He enjoyed the same quiet, focused strength in his private life that's
evident in his art.
He was featured in a 1956 issue of American
Artist and received awards from several art associations throughout his
career including the prestigious New York Art Directors Club. In 1994 he was
inducted into the Society of Illustrators' Hall of Fame.
In the Sixties he began painting calendars
for Exxon Oil company (then Esso) and was able to stretch his artistic
muscles on images based on "Great Moments in American History"
and "Great Moments in Early American Motoring." Interestingly
enough, Anderson was actively supporting himself with illustration work at a
time when most of his generation was in forced retirement. Norman Rockwell
is the only other illustrator I can think of who was still working and, I
don't think coincidentally, also was one of the very few who took a moral
stance with his work and maintained it throughout his career.
In the mid-Sixties, he expanded his religious
horizons to include the Mormon Church, for whom he created a mural for the
1964 New York World's Fair. It was done in oil paints which he'd abandoned
early is his career due to allergies to turpentine. New thinner products
allowed him to explore the medium again. He produced a dozen more oil
paintings for the Mormons, many of which have been reproduced in one of
their publications entitled the Family Home Evening.
In
1976, Review and Herald published Harry Anderson, The Man Behind the
Paintings, from which much of this essay is taken. The picture one gets
from reading it is that of a man of conviction and great talent who was
aware of both and didn't feel the need to discuss either. His talents
weren't limited to painting as he crafted models of ships and buggies,
hooked rugs, carved flocks of birds, made furniture, and enjoyed many other
dexterous skills. He sounded like a very interesting person.
He died in 1996 at the age of 90, the last of
a generation of illustrators from The Golden Age of magazine illustration.
It's almost certain that he was one of the last active members of
that group. His work is still being circulated, and appreciated, today, in
publications like Your Bible and You and The Desire of Ages.
It would be nice if they could issue a reprint of the book about him at
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