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I liked my early school years well enough but never applied myself. My free time was spent raising hell, pigeons and small animals, as well as shooting pool and working at every menial job I could find. The police put me on probation a few times and frightened my mother with predictions of jail time. I was held back in the seventh grade for truancy and bad grades (Straight A's in summer school). I spilled motorcycles sometimes at high speeds, was shot at while climbing a barn to catch pigeons, fell while unconscious from the top of a train after being electrocuted and was thrown from a car I crashed one drunken night in Patterson, New Jersey. For three summers while attending an Art School I held a job in Port Newark loading lumber trucks for the Weyerhauser Lumber Company. One morning a loader driver lost control, struck the railroad tracks and turned over in the Timber Alley where I was working, barely missing me and crushing himself to death. Despite these and other perilous experiences I managed to survive in tact, changed course and became a successful artist. The following is the story of the learning that made such a thing possible.
"A thing worth doing is worth doing well," my mother used to say.
With clichés such as this and by example, she managed to instill a work ethic in me and a degree of self discipline. Necessity was her ally. I watched her paint, sat for my portrait (not a pleasant experience), attended museums and galleries with her in New York, and was surrounded by paintings in our home. I suppose we were living in poverty but, despite this, her portrait ability and love of art, as well as having been raised in a prominent Boston family, gave my mother a positive sense of herself which extended to me. For no rational reason that I could detect she believed I would do well in life. I suspect that this unwavering and, at the time, seemingly unwarranted belief produced a positive result. My memories from those early years are not unpleasant.
Self Portrait, acrylics on illustration board, 1963
I was born Eugene Douglas Higgins, in September of 1939. My father, Eugene Francis Higgins, passed away when I was three years old leaving my mother, a half-sister, our Scottie and me destitute. My mother, Grace Louise Higgins, nee Whalley, and her first husband, Samuel Burtis Baker, were both Boston School artists. Burt Baker was described to me by my mother as a man leading the ultimate life, the life of an artist. I met him in my early teens and he, and my mother's stories about him, had a great influence on me. It was a foregone conclusion that I would become an artist as well. Manifest destiny. (For information on Baker see American Art Review magazine, Feb-Mar 1994, pp. 110-115.)
When I was eleven or twelve years old, I have a clear memory of walking along Valley Road near my grammar school in Montclair, New Jersey and thinking, "There are beautiful paintings inside me, all I have to do is find a way to get them out." I took art classes in high school, attended college as an art major (after a required extra year of high school) and quit because all they taught was modern art. The following three years, I later came to realize, were mostly wasted at an inadequate art school in Newark, New Jersey.
After the Army and in my twenties, I was working as a commercial artist at the Prudential Insurance Company in the Public Relations and Advertising Department. The director of my department was Henry Gasser NA, a well-known watercolor artist, and when I told him I wanted to continue my art studies he suggested the Frank Reilly School of Art. When I was applying to get into Mr. Reilly's school, I showed him the pencil drawing of the boxers above. He glanced at it and said, "Yes, I can help you with that".
In addition to teaching, Frank Joseph Reilly was a fine artist, illustrator, muralist, syndicated columnist, after dinner speaker, film producer (on Dean Cornwell, James Montgomery Flagg etc.) and lecturer. He was respected not only for the high quality of his work as an artist and teacher but for the professional achievements of his students. While he was teaching at the Art Students League, (29 years), there was up to a three year waiting list for his classes and his formal lectures were standing room only. He had studied with George B. Bridgman for drawing and was his monitor, Frank Vincent Du Mond for painting and with his friend Dean Cornwell for murals (He later executed a sixty three foot wide mural at the Bronx High School of Science).
A painting I own by my mother's first husband, Samuel Burtis Baker, graduate of the Boston Museum school circa 1920, he also studied painting in Paris.
He spent much of his life as a teacher at the Corcoran School of Art in Washington, DC. Winning the Hallgarten prize at the National Academy
of Design in New York was among his many accomplishments.
He had a great influence on my life.
Portrait of artist Robert Toth by my mother, Grace Higgins, graduate of the Boston Museum School, Pastel on Board 20" x 16" circa 1965
Mr. Reilly had developed the skill of disaggregating the complexities of realism and communicating to his students clearly and specifically. I commuted to Manhattan five nights a week to attend classes at his night school and had finally found a teacher. For the first time in my life I became a dedicated student and came to believe that if I learned what he was teaching I would have a chance at a career in art. It was an honor and a great help financially when he appointed me monitor, first in the drawing and later in the painting class. A monitor paid no tuition, called the poses, kept order, started off new students and locked up the school. I never missed a night in the over four years I was with him up until his untimely death. The night before he went into the hospital he said, "Well, good night Hig." and I had to help him find his coat. I stood in the darkened hallway and watched him slowly walk to the elevator and disappear inside. I never saw him again and the only testaments I can offer are the published book I wrote describing his teaching and the career he gave me which I continue to love. While studying with Mr. Reilly, which is what we all called him, my ambition was to become an illustrator, nearly the only career open to a representational artist in New York at the time. In order to study original illustrations, I would attend exhibitions at the Society of Illustrators where the highest quality current work (some by former Reilly students) could be seen as well as a permanent collection. The best illustrators were skilled in the basic drawing and painting methods I was in the process of learning. These awe-inspiring skills, so painstakingly developed by artists down through the centuries, had been discarded by the various modern art, 'Isms-of-the-week.'
"Only an auctioneer should admire all schools of art." - Oscar Wilde
REILLY SCHOOL SAMPLE ILLUSTRATIONS
Mr. Reilly would lecture twice weekly, Tuesday night on drawing and Thursday on painting. The next day during lunch hour at the Prudential in Newark, I would carefully transcribe my notes into a notebook complete with illustrations of drawings he had made on the blackboard.
SAMPLE NOTEBOOK PAGES.
I turned these and the rest of my notebook into a book... "The Frank Reilly School of Art" some forty years later.
Drawing is the fundament upon which good realistic painting rests. The reason that art students are taught to draw and paint the figure is that the figure demands the highest degree of accuracy. A student may draw the limb of a tree where nature never intended but not an arm or it is immediately noticeable.
Once I was able to draw the figure, learning to draw anything else was within reach. If the ambition is to paint it all; landscapes, seascapes, still life, portraits, figures and animals, the ability to draw with accuracy and grace is the primary prerequisite.
I was taught figure drawing from live models (about a year and a half). I learned; proportion, relationships of the various elements, light and shade, reflected light, halftones, edges, anatomy, planes and forms, perspective, structure, pull points and a graceful use of the drawing implement. I learned an abstraction of the figure over which the drapery, or clothing, is drawn in order to reveal the figure underneath. During the years I spent in Mr. Reilly's teaching program, I was taught to rely on understanding as opposed to the copying of externals.
"I'm talking about writing, I think you're talking about typing."- Truman Capote (drawing versus copying).
SAMPLE ART SCHOOL DRAWINGS
The first example above is a grouping Mr. Reilly had me put together to hang on the wall of the drawing class.
When painting the figure, most of the work is done...'out in the light' and the shadow areas are kept simple...'massed'. While still in school, I began to draw on gray paper using White chalk in order to build forms in the light areas. Mr. Reilly saw this as an intermediate step between drawing and painting and I have continued to draw in this way in sketch groups throughout my career. I will frequently use colored grounds and draw in a greatly abbreviated form...
Mr. Reilly taught me how to paint the figure in a tonal manner. Tonal painting is the building of form by the manipulation of values, edges and chroma. There was an awkward and difficult stage to go through after Mr. Reilly advanced me to the painting class. Drawing lines became a variety of edges as the wash-in of the painting covered the initial drawing and I had to deal with a wide range of painting decisions. However, every stroke of the brush a painter makes can be seen as... 'drawing by alternate means.'
ART SCHOOL FIGURE PAINTING
Mr. Reilly asked me to frame the first painting, the standing back view, to display in the lobby of the school as an example of student work.
Self Portrait Age 28, charcoal
In order to earn a living after moving to New York, toward the end of art school, I worked as a fashion model with the Stewart Men Model Agency who sent me on "go sees" to photographers but also for television commercials. After a year or so, and a commercial class, I found work on television as an actor and an on-camera presenter. I stopped modeling and concentrated on commercials. During my time as an actor, I appeared in over two hundred of them including my first trip to Europe for a series of Chevrolet commercials and print ads.
We were staying at the Eisenhut (Iron hat) in this picturesque German town.
During one of the European locations we were staying at the Eisenhut (Iron hat) in the picturesque German town of Rothenburg pictured in the ad on the left. One of many locations which included Nice, France, Garmish, Switzerlandand and Tegernsee, Austria. The series of commercials we shot also called for high performance driving which I enjoy.
My acting coach was Wynn Handman, director of the American Place Theater. His teaching ability was inspiring and I again became a dedicated student. I was cast in five plays at his theater, one of which was taped for the Theater in America series on PBS. I was willingly seduced away from a career in painting for over twelve years.
One of the main reasons I was so drawn to acting was that as a boy I had an almost insurmountable fear of speaking before groups. I never defeated the fear but learned to control it and use it as a source of energy. Finding I had a talent for acting and winning numerous jobs over intense competition increased my self-confidence immeasurably.
I continued to paint when I wasn't working or seeking work. In 1980, upon leaving the Soap Opera, As the World Turns
, after over a hundred episodes I made the decision to return to painting and begin a career as a landscape painter. My wife and I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico where painting opportunities were in abundance and realism was more in demand than in the modern art climate of New York. Cecily Hughes and I had been married in Santa Fe and a cousin of hers, Pat Pellham, was selling art for a gallery in the downtown area. I had begun showing my work with Pat while I was still an actor but the gallery owner asked me to leave. When Pat opened her own gallery, the Pellham Art Gallery, just off the plaza in Santa Fe, my much delayed fine art career was launched. Cecily, who had been an executive with Perrier in New York, was working as a cocktail waitress and her income and my dwindling savings were barely keeping us afloat until a bookie produced a wad of hundreds from his pocket and bought a painting. Cecily and I stayed together for six years, then went our separate ways but remain friends.
YouTube clip of "As The World Turns", Bennett (Doug Higgins), Dr. Bickford and Lisa, 11.28.1979
No doubt my acting training had a beneficial effect on my painting . For instance, actors become proficient in mental preparation so that the transition from backstage to on-stage is seamless. Painting a picture in my mind before actually picking up a brush is a similar technique. I employ over arching ideas at times for my painting, a device used to develop a theatrical character and for grasping the sub-text of a play. For instance, in Venice, Italy, I was attracted to the feeling of the narrow streets with their filtered, indirect light and mysterious forms moving in and out of shadows and sought out motives consistent with this idea. And in Gloucester, MA, the crowded harbors and the complexity of a variety of intricate forms caught my attention.
Wynn Handman, my acting coach, once said to me..."Surprise me. If you don't surprise me, what do I need with you, I can read the text." Using painting tools, for instance, in such a way that the results are not completely predictable can contain the surprise element. In general, any sensible experiment or change of any kind, has surprise potential.
The best definition of acting I know may also be accurately applied to painting... 'living truthfully in imaginary circumstances.'
Much of what I studied as an acting student; psychology, sociology, poetry, the works of the great playwrights and the writings of the giants of the field, has positively affected my painting. Although I'm not always able to identify specifically the results produced by these various studies, in general terms it may be fairly stated that any art will benefit from the investigation of related fields.
Hemingway said that Cezanne's paintings taught him how to write and Van Gogh wrote to his brother, Theo, that he wished to, "Signify hope by some bright star.", a poetic allusion.