Beguiled by the Wild: The Art of
Charley Harper. Pomegranate. $50.
Maybe it is only because the
word “beguiled” appears in this book’s title, but the single adjective that
seems most fitting to describe the book itself is “beguiling.” There is nothing
else quite like the nature art of Charley Harper (1922-2007). His stylized,
simplified, geometric renditions of animals of all types have the remarkable
ability to make the creatures seem more clearly themselves, more definitive in
some way, than they would if photographed or drawn in the hyper-realistic style
of, say, James Audubon. Harper captures what makes a particular animal
distinctive to us humans without anthropomorphizing any creature unduly, except
to a limited extent for the sake of humor. And Harper’s humor itself is
distinctive: fond of written puns and amusing artistic layouts, he uses both
verbal and visual techniques to pull the reader/viewer into a piece of art and
notice things that he or she only thought
were clear before Harper delineated them so skillfully.
Thus, in this wonderful
coffee-table book that should, at all costs, be kept away from coffee and any
other potentially staining materials, one page is called Foxsimiles and shows the heads of 11 foxes – two adults and nine
kits – stacked atop each other and looking directly out of the page, as if from
a dark, perfectly circular den opening. Geometrically perfect too are the
foxes’ triangular ears, their circular eyes and noses, their trapezoidal
reddish faces. And the whimsical text complements the art perfectly, suggesting
that readers “hear the din in the den at dindin, the sibling quibbling of the
disputatious duplicates, the irascible replicas.” Elsewhere, Arctic Circle offers a background of
stylized square and triangular ice floes and a foreground where musk oxen are
lined up exactly like a line of football players, the impression accentuated by
horns drawn to look just like helmets, facing off against wolves that are seen
from behind, as if the camera is placed behind them – with imagined sports
bravado concealing, or rather elucidating, the harsh realities of life in a
harsh climate: “‘C’mon, wolf pack! Make yer play! Youse bums rush like
glaciers! We’ll oxidize youse guys! We’ll bury ya in the permafrost, we’ll
stomp ya unda th’ tundra!’ How’d it end up? Sudden death in overtime.” The puns,
the lighthearted treatment of matters of underlying seriousness, the contrast with
messy reality of the perfect geometric shapes that Harper uses to create scenes
that embody the essentials of wildlife and the wild life, all while presenting
animals and their habitats with striking clarity – these are the elements that
are so captivating here.
Every page has its
pleasures, and every page repays multiple closer looks. Tall Tail includes a road runner, facing right, that holds a
lizard’s tail in its beak – the lizard itself, having shed the tail, is racing
away to the left. And the road runner’s tail seems as tall and broad as the
cactus right next to it – until, on closer examination, it becomes clear that
Harper here plays with perspective, and that the road runner must be in the
foreground, the cactus some distance away, making sense of the fact that the
lizard seems to be running through
the bird but in fact must be fleeing somewhere between it and the cactus.
Perspective is also at play in Phancy Pheathers,
a wonderful two-page look at a ring-necked pheasant, which requires the book to
be turned sideways to accommodate the bird’s extremely long and elegantly
patterned tail. And here Harper ruminates, “A rainbow in the snow is a better
bromide for the midwinter blahs than buying a new spring outfit around the
phirst of Phebruary.” Harper’s musings, however amusingly expressed, often
convey matters of considerable seriousness. Green
Cuisine, which shows a line of cows munching grass, each cow blending
perfectly into the next so the animals look like one extremely elongated
bovine, is about “harmless herbivores” that eventually become “protein for the
predators,” and asks, “Can a nature lover ever find true happiness at the top
of the food chain?” A very difficult question, that – although Harper’s work
certainly helps nudge nature lovers toward happiness, as well as in the
direction of greater appreciation of the natural world, so he himself is part
of the answer to his own rather rhetorical question.
Many of Harper’s
most-intriguing works in Beguiled by the
Wild feature birds: owls, painted buntings, cardinals, black skimmers,
woodpeckers and more. But certain other animals also make recurring
appearances, and it is hard to escape the notion that Harper simply enjoys some
creatures to an exceptional degree. Foremost among these would be raccoons,
whose faces Harper seems to find quite irresistible: a line of them, all black
and grey, peeks into a window at the brightly wrapped Christmas gifts inside;
four of them, stacked, are seen through the eaten part of a watermelon slice
that they have just been enjoying; eight are standing on hind legs next to and
behind each other for a “masked ball in the backyard” whenever food is about; a
whole passel of them may be seen peeking from behind a woodpile, scouting out a
skunk who is quietly consuming some sort of food that the raccoons are clearly
thinking about purloining as soon as they can figure out how to avoid provoking
an odor attack; and more. With this last picture, called Raccoonnaissance, Harper makes some of his interest in this
particular creature quite clear: “Raccoons have the brain. High in IQ, cutes,
cunning, and caution, they move into the suburbs with their upwardly mobile
lifestyle. Raccoons will scatter your garbage, trash your property, and charm
you right out of your tree.” Clearly they
charmed Harper right out of his. And Beguiled
by the Wild will charm you right out of yours. This is truly a feast for
the family: beautifully delineated and colored art that is sometimes very easy
to figure out, other times inventively designed into visual puzzles, along with
writing that is lighthearted, funny, informative and engaging all at once.
Beguiling indeed.
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