Ludwig Bemelmans Paintings

Ludwig Bemelmans (1898-1962). Perfect Service, ca. 1950. Brushed ink on paper, 19 x 24 inches. Annotated and authenticated by wife, Madeleine Bemelmans, in pencil en verso, 1979. Identified as illustration appearing on page 414 in La Bonne Table, (Simon and Schuster), 1964. Unframed. Conservation work includes removal of tapes from verso corners, surface dry clean, removal of mat line and light exposure stains, deacidification and flattening. "Writing is always a dreadful, tiresome business and the worst of all tortures for me, because I am convinced that I am not a writer but a graphic workman, a painter who hangs pictures in a row, who collects imagery, and my problem is always to find one for a beginning and one for an end and then, something to hang in the middle so that it resembles a book," said Ludwig Bemelmans (1898 - 1962). Graphic workman, painter—whatever he called himself, Bemelmans belongs in the Pantheon of illustrators. A relentless connoisseur of life, he drew with a child's eye and wrote with the shrewd wit of an adult. He knew everyone worth knowing, went everywhere worth visiting, all the while recording what he saw on the backs of menus, envelopes, or on the inside covers of matchbooks. His resume was a checkerboard: hotelier, restaurateur, cartoonist, ad man, theatrical designer, novelist, screenwriter, interior decorator, journalist, and children's book author. What made Bemelmans such a creative powerhouse He confessed, "My greatest inspiration is a low bank balance." His best-remembered work, of course, is the series of picture books starring that beguiling schoolgirl, Madeline. "I like to write for children because I suffer from a sort of arrested development. I am about six years old really," Bemelmans said, "and I am constantly surprised by everything." He knew that the Madeline books were his lasting legacy, yet it surely would have surprised him to find that they have sold upwards of ten million copies, and that the thriving Madeline merchandise empire now encompasses DVDs, dolls, board games, backpacks, tea sets, and stickers. Bemelmans' world ranged from yachts and limousines to garrets and subways, and was peopled with moppets, jewel thieves, Ecuadorian Generals, and feather boa-clad vamps. His drawing style, humorous and reductive, captures all this in a flash. "I sketch with facility and speed," he wrote. "The drawing has to sit on the paper as if you smacked a spoon of whipped cream on a plate." Born in Meran, Austria, and bred in Tyrolean hotels, Bemelmans came to the States at 16 and landed at the Ritz-Carlton. There he learned "to press a duck, open a bottle, and push a chair under a lady." While working his way from busboy to banquet manager, he drew, often using William Randolph Hearst's empty suite as his studio. The Ritz staff and clientele provided him with a rich menu of subjects, and he returned again and again to hotel life for inspiration. He first set his heart on becoming a cartoonist. His earliest effort, The Thrilling Adventures of Count Bric A Brac (1926), ran for six months, but his big break happened when May Massee of Viking Press came to dinner. Admiring the scenes Bemelmans had painted on the blinds, Massee announced: "You must write children's books!" Hansi (1934), a reminiscence of his childhood, was quickly followed by three more: The Golden Basket (1936), The Castle Number 9 (1937), and Quito Express (1938). Bemelmans met and married Madeleine (Mimi) Freund in 1934. The two honeymooned in Belgium, which provided the setting for The Golden Basket, his Newbery-Honor winner. Not many realize that Madeline makes her debut in this book. Madeleine, spelled like his wife's name here, is one of 12 little girls shepherded by a tall nun through the streets of Bruges. In 1938, Bemelmans, Mimi, and their two-year-old Barbara traveled to France. On the recommendation of Georges, his underworld friend, Bemelmans visited the Ile d'Yeu off the coast of France. Here came more inspiration for Madeline when he was knocked off his bike by a truck. He had to walk to the hospital, where, in the next room, he wrote, "was a little girl who had had her appendix out, and on the ceiling over my bed was a crack that, in the varying light of morning, night and noon, and evening, looked like a rabbit." He went on: "I remembered the stories my mother had told me of life in the convent school at Altotting, and the little girl, the hospital, the room, the crank on the bed, the nurse, the doctor, all fell into place. I made the first sketches on a sidewalk table...

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