Edward Hopper (1882–1967), New York Interior, c. 1921. Oil on canvas. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York; Josephine N. Hopper Bequest. © Heirs of Josephine N. Hopper, licensed by the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York
TODAY is the 50th Anniversary of the beloved classic Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. First published in 1963, it has sold more than 16 million copies worldwide.
The New York Times obituary for Maurice Sendak calls Where the Wild Things Are “simultaneously genre-breaking and career-making,” describing Sendak as being “…widely considered the most important children’s book artist of the 20th century, who wrenched the picture book out of the safe, sanitized world of the nursery and plunged it into the dark, terrifying and hauntingly beautiful recesses of the human psyche.”
One of the most talked about interviews we’ve ever done was with Maurice Sendak in 2011 shortly before he died. Sendak reflects on love, loss, and celebrating life:
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more. … What I dread is the isolation. … There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.
this cat gives better high fives than most humans
Holy shit, Tom Snyder wrote a Cracked article!
In 1992, I was walking home from Chili’s Restaurant in Harvard Square (visit their newly designed website at chilis.com), and I caught myself thinking, “How can I revitalize the ossified world of animation?” …I decided to list my strengths. One, I could program virtually any computer running DOS. Two, I had inherited a rather severe case of familial essential tremor. And three, I am almost completely colorblind. … Within minutes I had created an algorithm that would Squiggle (trademark pending) any line drawing. I would not need to hire an animator. Ever. I had changed everything.