One of my best friends growing up was a kid named Eric. Eric was "the new kid" in third grade, as he'd just been rezoned from another school district. After talking to him in class a couple of times, we realized that we both shared several common interests - (namely Pokemon and Dragon Ball Z). So, after a couple of weeks of bro-ing around on the playground, Eric invited me over to his house, where he lived with his godparents, to play some video games. I still remember walking in and meeting his godfather - we all called him Papa Steve - who turned out to be a really funny guy, with enough slightly dirty jokes to make any third grader burst out laughing. Anyway, it was during that first visit to his house that I saw my first Rockwell painting:
Rockwell was born in New York city in 1894. After attending art school, he tried to enlist in the WWI draft, but was refused for being underweight. He ended up doing drawings for military propaganda and various magazines, until he finally began doing cover art for the Saturday Evening Post (for which he is most famous). Towards the end of his career, his work began to concern itself with more serious political and societal issues, including race relations , civil rights, and poverty. By the time he died in 1978, he had produced thousands of original works. However, during his time he was rarely taken seriously by art critics, as they felt that he was an illustrator, rather than a creator of fine art - which didn't bother Rockwell at all, as he called himself an illustrator anyway.