Jaf was an artist/cartoonist whose work I tremendously enjoyed in the Village Voice in the 1960's.
He had a gentle, surreal, intelligent, playful, non-cynical sense of humor. His images were, in my opinion, in the family of Saul Steinberg, Tomi Ungerer and Jules Feiffer. His work had something child-like about it, a bit like Remy Charlip. His cartoons were very memorable and left a deep impact on me. For years I wondered what happened to him and would occasionally Google his name, coming up with only one book, printed in 1967, which I bought today from AbeBooks. I thought perhaps he had died. Once I receive the book, then buy a scanner, I would like to put up scans of his work online.
It's possible to root around the Village Voice online archive and find his cartoons but that site
makes it impossible to see his work close up.
Never could find out his full name until today. It was James Frankfort. Here is the tribute site his friends and family created for him.
He lived from 1930 to 2005. Some day, I hope that his family or friends move forward on the website dedicated to his work http://www.jafgallery.com/
An artist, not just a cartoonist. Here Jaf, aka James Frankfort, in his studio in 1957.
A photograph of Jaf painting in Central Park
that his daughter, Michelle, sent me
A painting of his, Washington Square Park
He did drawings for the Village Voice from 1955-1974 under the pen name Jaf.
An artist's proof of his sold for a mere $23.50. ouch. I would have LOVED
to have that cartoon, or any of his.
In reading his obit it feels good to know more about the cartoonist whose work I remember with much appreciation. I wish I'd known him in person, played frisbee with him. Reading about him, I like that he remained an artist his entire life, seems to have had loving and good friends, lived in a commune, had a health food biz and lived in the mountains.
His studio
James Frankfort --Obituary
Even the obit in the New York Times had something sweetly simple about it, while still being very moving.
Paid Notice: Deaths
FRANKFORT, JAMES
Published: July 25, 2005
FRANKFORT--James. Noted painter and cartoonist known as JAF, died July 22 of a heart attack in his home state, Oregon. He was a veteran of the Korean war. He is survived by his children Michele, Jacob, Reina, Madrone and Simon, two grandchildren, Simon and Ceder, and sister Terry and her husband Herbert Starr. He will be missed by all that knew him. Grief is the price we pay for love.
James had a friend, Ted Pilger. He did a cartoon I like too.
Apparently, in the 1960's Jaf was also part of a commune at one time, Sunnyridge
The following comments were written by Jim Frankfort, an avid artist caught somewhere between the Beatnik era and the renaissance of the Hippy Movement. Jim had a great influence on many of us during the time he lived in New Paltz. His cartoons (amazing statements on life) appeared in the Village Voice from 1955 - 1974 under the pen name JAF (see Ellen Sue's Retrospect in the photo albums section).
More to come ... Ellen Sue
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"in 1967 we, priscilla, clem, rachel, michelle and i moved to newpaltz ny and rented a farm house on pioneer trail....that for me, was the begining of my freedom from the onslaught of materialism and polution that overwelmed my family.....i was now on the threshold of the life style i longed for and was trying to formulate in nyc.....an organic existance with an extended family........and that started to gell in newpaltz...since the idea of commune was in the air and all our friends of that time were yearning for the same union....together we decided to meet up in the southwest and there we formed a caravan...a few at first, allan, reva and their two kids....and later larry, barbara, beany, jane and their children.....priscilla and i decided to go to mexico and later rejoin the group....as it turned out the group was expanding and ended up in oregon, which was the destination we had planned in ny for the commune...priscilla and i returned to newpaltz on our way back to the westcoast and there, as it was already developing, lived in a sort of communal situation and met more and more people who were developing similar ideologies...there were a lot of us......in 1968 we recieved a post card from barbara w. that a place had been found, and to join them....that winter i took my van with rachel, michelle and barbara barry who dropped off to join her kids in colorado....and finaly got to the mining claim (Sunnyridge) ...i was totally relieved and stayed on for ever...." JAF
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"......we know everything....limited only by our wakefulness......the voyage on this planet, is as good as the accommodations we asked for.......before and after......a budding rose......" JAF
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How did you experience male and female roles?
".....that was a matter of how each individual felt....the direction i
believe was to liberate everyone from the old male female
concepts....." JAF
".....that was a matter of how each individual felt....the direction i
believe was to liberate everyone from the old male female
concepts....." JAF
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On Food, Sex, Drugs, Work at SR
"that was individual choices and taste....we ate, some liked the
food and some did not, others cooked and some did not....at first there were
few residents and with the food commodities and our garden and the canning
there was always enough...later when we expanded it wasn't as easy, we always
managed. some liked it, some did not....sex...some liked it
some did not....smokes were grown on the premises, until we got busted....lsd,
peyote...all were used.....live music every evening....crafts in building, lodging,making
spoons and other household items.....beautiful gardens....hot summers living
totally outside...work shared by everyone, some liked it some did not...." JAF
"that was individual choices and taste....we ate, some liked the
food and some did not, others cooked and some did not....at first there were
few residents and with the food commodities and our garden and the canning
there was always enough...later when we expanded it wasn't as easy, we always
managed. some liked it, some did not....sex...some liked it
some did not....smokes were grown on the premises, until we got busted....lsd,
peyote...all were used.....live music every evening....crafts in building, lodging,making
spoons and other household items.....beautiful gardens....hot summers living
totally outside...work shared by everyone, some liked it some did not...." JAF
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cave junction (town) banned us from movies, restaurants....etc....the local
sheriff was a pain.....the straight world, i left it behind in nyc..... JAF
sheriff was a pain.....the straight world, i left it behind in nyc..... JAF
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What effect did commune life have on the rest of your life?
"simplification and respect" JAF
"simplification and respect" JAF
His family has a warmly amusing mini-gallery of photographs about the return to earth of James Frankfort's ashes.
I modeled for a life drawing class in Newport in the early 1990s, when I met Jim. You're supposed to sit or stand thinking absolutely nothing, but I couldn't help but notice the sketches he created of me, and later contacted him to see whether I might buy one. He invited me to his studio and kindly gave me several sketches for a song - I think he understood I wouldn't have been modeling for classes if I had much money to spend! He was a kind and gentle and witty man, and a wonderful artist.
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What a great comment. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy friend 8th St Bookstore manager Ray Zuk in NYC introduced me to JAF and family probably 1966 when they were living in New Paltz. Jake was newborn, Michele a toddler and Pricilla's kids Clem and Rachel were the big kids. Jimmy worked at a desk in the living room. Many visits from the City. A couple pot plants in the garden...dry a few leaves and roll one. Artist Francie Bacon was another visitor. They drove West the whole family in a small black Ford Econoline van. For a while after they returned to NP a group of us lived in a big red house next to the NY Thruway in an apple orchard...guitarist/artist Adrian Guilary among about a dozen of us... I still have a couple of Jimmy's drawings and a painting along with my copy of his book. He was a warm loving culture unto himself... Thank you for these pages
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