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There's an old saying - "Those who can, do; those who can't, teach." Before we get to the main point of this post, let me now relate the tale of how I found this saying to have a fair amount of truth to it.
More years ago than I care to recall, in art class at school one day, our appointed task was to paint a portrait of the person sitting next to us. The person sat next to me was MAURICE ORR, so he consequently became the disinterested beneficiary of my artistic aspirations (and I his) as I duly set about immortalizing him in watercolours.
It was a perfect likeness (if I say so myself - and I do), but I was unhappy with my attempts at Maurice's lips, which I had painted in an almost comicbook style. That is, the line of the upper lip with the shadow of the lower lip underneath it, rendered in slightly darker flesh tones. However, I was stricken by a desire to emulate the old Masters and portray every crook, cranny, crevice and crack of Maurice's gob in vivid detail, so I painted out my first attempt and sat back to wait for the paint to dry before having another go.
As the teacher (Mr. McLEAN) made his way around the class gazing over our shoulders, he mistook my temporary lack of activity for uncertainty on how I should proceed. Looking at my painting, he said, "Having trouble with the mouth, Gordon? Here, let me show you a little tip." (Behave - it's not that type of story.) Taking my brush, he then proceeded to paint in an inferior version of my initial attempt at little Mo's mouth. "There, that's how you do it," he said, in a rather self-satisfied tone as he made his way back to his desk.
It was at that point I realized that this teacher had nothing to teach me. Here was I, eager to ascend to a higher plateau of artistic accomplishment, only to be hindered by someone who was content to keep me at the same level from which I was trying to advance.
Fortunately, however, not all art teachers were like that - which now brings us rather neatly to the Mr. BOB BELL mentioned in the title of this rather nostalgic - if self-indulgent - "little" piece. (Feel free to marvel at the skill with which I cleverly contrived to craft the consequent comparison.)
Mr. Bell was a different box of spiders altogether; cheery, rotund, enthusiastic and friendly - not unlike one of those jolly uncle figures in a RICHMAL CROMPTON "WILLIAM" book. What's more, Mr. Bell thought I was a fourteen year-old artistic genius - which elicited no protest from me, as - quite frankly - I was of the same opinion. (Much like BENJAMIN DISRAELI, who once said, "My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.") Mr. Bell had arrived at his elevated evaluation of my abilities after watching me draw a figure of a musclebound superhero in class on one occasion, prompting him to pronounce my picture as "anatomically perfect."
Ah, but there's more. It had long been Mr. Bell's ambition to draw for comics, and he had even once submitted some sequential samples of his artwork to D.C. THOMSON in an attempt to find favour and approval. Sadly, it was not to be and he was met with polite rejection (if such a thing is possible). He brought the pages in to school to show the class (or perhaps just show me, because I was also a comic geek) and he could certainly draw, so it wasn't a lack of ability which had led to DCT declining his services. More likely was the fact that the influence of DUDLEY D. WATKINS and other artists was too pronounced, rather than because his pages weren't up to scratch.
One day he brought in a box containing a pile of comics, including quite a few British editions of MAD magazine. He kindly let me take one home with me to read at my leisure, and - when I evinced my liking for said magazine - even more kindly said I could keep it. Wotta guy! The magazine in question was the one illustrating the top of this very post, and contained a witty parody - drawn by the superb MORT DRUCKER - of the BATMAN TV show from 1966.
About six or seven years after leaving school, I ran into another (former) art teacher from the same period, who - when I enquired after Mr Bell - informed me that he had died two or three years before. Although it's been about thirty years since I learned this, I still sometimes find myself hoping that he was mistaken and that Mr. Bell is still very much alive somewhere, drawing comic strips to his heart's content.
Sadly, I never got to tell him just how much I enjoyed being in his class, or how much I appreciated his lavish praise, encouragement, and enthusiasm - but, whenever I look at that terrific NORMAN MINGO illustration adorning that particular cover of MAD, I can't help but think of DUNCANRIG's very own Mr. BOB BELL. He was just what a teacher should be.
Here's to you, Mr. Bell (or can I call you Bob?) - wherever you are. You made a difference.
Mr. Bell was a different box of spiders altogether; cheery, rotund, enthusiastic and friendly - not unlike one of those jolly uncle figures in a RICHMAL CROMPTON "WILLIAM" book. What's more, Mr. Bell thought I was a fourteen year-old artistic genius - which elicited no protest from me, as - quite frankly - I was of the same opinion. (Much like BENJAMIN DISRAELI, who once said, "My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me.") Mr. Bell had arrived at his elevated evaluation of my abilities after watching me draw a figure of a musclebound superhero in class on one occasion, prompting him to pronounce my picture as "anatomically perfect."
Ah, but there's more. It had long been Mr. Bell's ambition to draw for comics, and he had even once submitted some sequential samples of his artwork to D.C. THOMSON in an attempt to find favour and approval. Sadly, it was not to be and he was met with polite rejection (if such a thing is possible). He brought the pages in to school to show the class (or perhaps just show me, because I was also a comic geek) and he could certainly draw, so it wasn't a lack of ability which had led to DCT declining his services. More likely was the fact that the influence of DUDLEY D. WATKINS and other artists was too pronounced, rather than because his pages weren't up to scratch.
One day he brought in a box containing a pile of comics, including quite a few British editions of MAD magazine. He kindly let me take one home with me to read at my leisure, and - when I evinced my liking for said magazine - even more kindly said I could keep it. Wotta guy! The magazine in question was the one illustrating the top of this very post, and contained a witty parody - drawn by the superb MORT DRUCKER - of the BATMAN TV show from 1966.
He was also a great admirer of the GERRY ANDERSON programmes - and I remember him telling me once that, whenever he saw art director BOB BELL's name in the closing credits, he always felt a pang of disappointment that it wasn't him. What a difference to his staid, stuffy, and static "arty-farty" colleagues, whom he effortlessly outclassed and outshone.
About six or seven years after leaving school, I ran into another (former) art teacher from the same period, who - when I enquired after Mr Bell - informed me that he had died two or three years before. Although it's been about thirty years since I learned this, I still sometimes find myself hoping that he was mistaken and that Mr. Bell is still very much alive somewhere, drawing comic strips to his heart's content.
Sadly, I never got to tell him just how much I enjoyed being in his class, or how much I appreciated his lavish praise, encouragement, and enthusiasm - but, whenever I look at that terrific NORMAN MINGO illustration adorning that particular cover of MAD, I can't help but think of DUNCANRIG's very own Mr. BOB BELL. He was just what a teacher should be.
Here's to you, Mr. Bell (or can I call you Bob?) - wherever you are. You made a difference.
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