Working for the man much of this week so…..
Retrograde march down the halls of the past!
This is an oil painting I made of my dad Harry from the 20th century. (1998)
Portrait of Harry Bennett, 1998, oil on canvas, 20″ x 30″
I’m spending a week care-taking my parents. My father Harry painted through memorial day weekend.
Harry was a reconnaissance officer in the south pacific throughout World War 2. Rarely talks about it nor his bronze star medal for bravery. He is a very special man.




His painting above. oil on board, 16″ x 20″ He may still want to tweak it a little. I think he should call it Memorial Day.

Mom and Dad.
I realized how much I miss talking painting with him and his thoughtful insight. He took a look at a painting I started months ago and gave me some valuable input on design and rhythm.
This is it:
Spent Christmas with the extended Bennett family and got a little drawing in with my dad. Our Miss Tiller posed, not that you’d know it by my drawing. Harry is still fresh and fluid, of course.
Below, sketches by Harry Bennett. ink on paper. Towson, MD, 12/2010
My drawings after the jump.



A mixed media study:

ink, graphite, gouache on paper, 10 x 14
….and more stuff about my dad. He deserves it. A fine and fun blog out of England called Existential Ennui(<click in the hyperlink) pays tribute to him and his paperback book art. The blogger, Louis XlV, even mentions our blog.
Tom Bennett
The Man with a Getaway Face, 1963, Pocket Books division of Simon and Schuster
As I had mentioned last week, I hung out with my parents these past 10 days in Maryland. I brought down a paint box and small easel, brushes, prepared boards, etc and my dad, Harry Bennett Sr., went to work. We painted for 3 days out side, and then it turned cold and wet. But in those 3 days he did some great stuff. He is the master. Watch the videos that illustrate his quiet confident command and focus.
We painted each other simultaneously, and the next day he did a lovely expressionist landscape from life.
Here are some images and videos.

Harry Bennett, Painting of Tom, oil on board, 14 x 23

Tom Bennett, Painting of Harry, oil on board, 23 x 14

Harry Bennett, Untitled, oil on board, 20 x 16
Harry painting me:
Harry starting a painting:
I’m down in Maryland taking care of my parents while my sister is in South America for a week or so. She apparently thought it would be nice to spend every day at a different doctor’s office. One appointment a day. My dad takes his drawing book to the Veteran’s Administration medical center and draws vet patients in the waiting room. One day a woman who he had been drawing looked at his sketch and said, “You should go into the business.” He’s 91, and spent World war ll in the South Pacific jungles as a reconnaissance officer, before spending the rest of his life as an artist.
I apologize for some of the poor photo quality.
These are Harry Bennett’s drawings:
Here I drew Harry contemplating lunch.
Well, actually the title of the book for which this Harry Bennett illustration was done is “Young Love”. But it’s free for you to look at. Hell, it cost me money to buy it from someone on Ebay. It’s apparently been floating around the country for decades.
My oldest brother Harry modeled for the young mechanic/Don Juan pictured on the pavement. He was in high school and I remember this well. The girl might have been someone named Liz Menton, a local beauty. You can tell how ancient this is by the psychedelic hippie-dippy Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang jalopy. That was what you drove if you were on the cutting edge. I guess it still is. The details are fun for me: I remember those monkey wrenches, and the gasoline tank was a staple of the old barn-like garage behind the house on Main St in Ridgefield, Ct. This was painted in oil on a special gypsum gessoed board my father had especially made by a guy in Long Island City. His company was named Anjac. I still have a stack of these boards in my studio; I use them sparingly. The surface is absolutely marble-like with a superb absorption quality.

Harry Bennett, 1969? oil on gessoed board
I spent Thanksgiving with my family and was happy to see my father, Harry, had been drawing over the last few weeks since I had seen him last. I went out and bought him some Faber Castell Pitt Artist pens of various points, including a brush point. I happen to use them myself and I think they’re the cat’s pissah. Or meow, if you prefer.
Here are some of his sketchbook drawings for the Autumn season. His comments and musings are always funny and/or revealing.
Tom Bennett
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