Felix Lorioux

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My fellow Hybrid member Nat-ti made me aware of this artist, Felix Lorioux, who was one of France’s best loved artists.  He was a humble, quiet man who did little to promote himself beyond his home country. He was born in 1872 and began as a advertising designer. But his childlike sense of wonder led him to a career as a children’s book illustrator. Walt Disney met him in 1919 when Disney was an Red Cross ambulance driver and Lorioux’s wife ws a Red Cross nurse. Disney was impressed with his abilities and hired him to illustrate books for the French market based on Mickey Mouse and the Silly Symphonies.  A Lorioux illustration of a duck in a sailor suit may have even been the inspiration for Donald Duck! Around 1934, Lorioux resigned from illustrating for Disney, citing the language barrier and also because he didn’t want to relocate to California to join the studio.

https://animationresources.org/illustration-felix-loriouxs-fantastic-worlds/ 


 In case you were wondering about Donald's Marine nationale uniform!

 The Town Rat and the Country Rat, from Jean De La Fontaine's Fables.

 The Fox and the Grapes.

The Grasshopper and the Ants.  C'est moi!
 

 A mesmerized audience.


Puss in Boots.


The Tortoise and the Hare.


The Fox and the Crow.


A Heron and a Snail, with Ducks.  La Fontaine.


I think the rabbit is renting a room.


The Fox and the Stork.  The fox deliberately serves his guest from a bowl too shallow to allow the stork to eat.  But - turnabout is fair play!


Puss in Boots.  All praise to Nat-ti for letting me know about this tremendously talented artist.  Next time, Benjamin Rabier!
 

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