Caricatures, Collages, Assemblages
A flagpole penis. A shrink’s couch in a pocket. A haloed spider. Did LSD lead Lou Hirshman to abandon caricaturizing the famous? Was his second period a psychedelic trip? Did he make high art or “high” art? In this FICTIONAL, TONGUE-IN-CHEEK story, Hirshman swims with dolphins to the other side of the other ocean.
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INTRO: In 1938 when Catherine Littlefield, the force behind the Philadelphia Ballet, got wind that Lou Hirshman had done her in an unflattering caricature, she hunted him down, tore up the sketch and gave him a resounding slap. She also gave the press something to write about. The star of the show? Hirshman’s sore cheek. […]
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In the late-1940s, Lou Hirshman, once a student at the precursor of the Samuel S. Fleisher Art Memorial in Philadelphia, became one of its teachers – and later its faculty director. We reprint a Fleisher blog post, in which the revered art school, administered by the city’s Museum of Art, rediscovers one of its own. […]
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