Fritz Eichenberg

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 Dame Folly Speaks


The Follies Of Old Age


The Follies Of Princely Power


The Follies Of Teaching


The Follies Of The Court


The Follies Of The Monks


The Follies Of The Popes


The Follies Of War


The Follies Of Worshiping Idols
 

 The Human Comedy


The Dream Of Reason

This portfolio of ten wood engravings by Fritz Eichenberg, based on Desiderius Erasmus' famous Humanist tract, was published by the Aquarius Press of New York and Baltimore in 1972 in two editions. The principal edition consisted of 150 sets of the engravings, in a custom clamshell box.

This copy is one of ten Collaborator's sets, each of which includes one of the cancelled blocks created by Eichenberg for the project. The block, housed in a well in the portfolio, was engraved for plate 5, "The Follies of Teaching"; the ten engravings are numbered V/X

Almost all of the Collaborator's portfolios are in institutional collections. This edition is rarely available for sale.

The Peaceable Tree


The Unparalleled Adventure Of One Hans Phall
 

 Masque Of The Red Death
 

 Imp Of The Perverse

Fritz Eichenberg was born in Cologne, Germany. He worked as a printer's apprentice and studied at both the Municipal School of Applied Arts in Cologne and the Academy of Graphic Arts in Leipzig. He began his career as a graphic artist and illustrator in 1923, working for various publications and as freelance illustrator. In 1933, anxious about the rise of National Socialism, he emigrated with his wife and child to New York. Eichenberg worked for the WPA's Federal Arts Project from his arrival to the end of the decade. He taught art at the New School for Social Research and at Pratt Institute, where he established and headed the Graphic Arts Department, and opened the Pratt Graphic Arts Center in Manhattan. He later served as the head of the art department at University of Rhode Island, and laid out the printmaking studios there. Eichenberg was a prolific book illustrator, and published numerous portfolios on various themes. He died at Peace Dale, Rhode Island in 1990.
 
All of this is from a prospectus by the Brier Hill Gallery of Boston
 

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