Anton Pieck

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Anton Pieck was a Dutch engraver, painter and etcher who is best known as a book illustrator. He enjoyed a long career which encapsulated almost the entire 20th century, even though one couldn't tell from looking at his art work. His drawings and paintings were always set in the past, particularly the 19th century. He made countless works with a cosy, nostalgic feel to them. The Romantic illustrator was furthermore well known for his portrayals of fairy tales, such as his iconic 'Fairy Tales of Grimm' (1940) and 'Arabian Nights' (1943-1956). These later became the template for the Dutch theme park De Efteling, for which he designed the fairy tale forest and most of their architecture. Anton Pieck has always been an audience's favourite, but was reviled by serious art lovers for being petty kitsch. Still, friend and foe had to admit that he was an accomplished draftsman with a highly unique, instantly recognizable and barely imitated style. While Anton Pieck made few comics in his life, he did create occasional text comics for the magazine Zonneschijn in the 1920s and provided sequential illustrations for various novels.
 
 
I've corresponded with Lambiek, an excellent site.
 

 

My gosh, this guy is good.



The Efteling, an amusement park in Holland, the third largest in Europe.  It is based on the fantastic art of Anton Pieck.



This neck moves up and down.  Pieck was the original designer and I would think any new additions are faithful to his style.


The hell with Disney, I'm going to the Netherlands!
 

 Snowman On The Hill.




Anton Pieck, April 19, 1895 - November 24, 1987.
 
I just found out about this fabulous artist today from the lovely and extremely talented 

IME54ARTILONA's avatar
 
...who has shown me wonders I had no idea existed!
 



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