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Committed: Inadvertently Brainwashing Babies
Media input in early childhood can have a lasting effect on adult tastes. If I hadn’t grown up with so many art, design and comic books around me, would I love them as I do now? Would I be so involved in the arts and communication profession? All of the imagery and information that we absorb as infants can influence us for the rest of our lives. For this reason I’m increasingly grateful for all of the things I was exposed to in my childhood.
As a very small child, I can distinctly remember my first, tenuous experiences with superheroes when my parents put up some very basic superhero posters. Each one had a white background and a reproduction of a classic ’60′s drawing. I think they were of Thor, the Hulk and Iron Man. I distinctly remember being impressed by the raw, vivid drawings of super humans as they popped out of their posters. Only a few years later when I discovered a treasure trove of my dad’s early Uncanny X-Men comic books stashed behind some some shelves, I got hooked.
Learning to read was difficult for me, I distinctly remember being nearly the last of 30 other kids in my class who figured out how to read. At some point I guess I was ready, because one day the words all clicked into place and it was only a short time after that I began stealing my mum and dad’s books to read. I went from 0-60 and all of the tedious chiding and worrying of adults dissipated overnight. Still, for a long time I just loved looking at the pictures in books and chose them accordingly. This process lasted for such a long time that I still remember picking books from the tiny little library in our school based exclusively on the imagery. I must have been about 6 or 7 and everyone kept telling me that I ought to concentrate, to try harder to choose prose, but all I wanted to do was look at the pictures and figure out my own stories.
My first favorite books were the ones about Miffy, by Dutch graphic designer; Dick Bruna. Visually sparse and clean, the geometric forms of Miffy and her environs are elegant and perfectly balanced. Dick Bruna was a beloved dutch artist and graphic designer working primarily in the 1960′s, who aspired to recapture the spontaneity and open-mindedness of children’s drawings. Modest and in love with drawing and design, he initially rebelled, rejecting the family publishing business for the arts.
In 1951, when Bruna married, he finally agreed to take a job at his father’s publishing company, which was followed just a few years later by the launch of a new range of pocket paperback books which would provide him a wealth of material. Designing the covers of every single publication in the series, he was given free range to create a brand. On these book covers he allowed the influences of his beloved Matisse to shine through, using simple forms and colors to create bold, instantly recognizable covers. He focused his energies on creating collectible, desirable books that would inspire people to want to read more than one in a series, creating characters that would be visible landmarks for the readers.
Bruna’s first hints at Miffy books in the late 1950′s were initially just a simple drawings of a white rabbit for his son, during this time he began to experiment with children’s book in earnest. Over the next decade his combination of incongruous primary colors and bold, textured lines slowly gained an audience and by 1963 Miffy had evolved into the rabbit we know today. Always seeking to perfect his forms, this iteration looks deceptively simple though it has been honed and perfected as Bruna continues to spending hours drawing the basic forms of the character until they communicate the desired mood and effect. It is this attention to sparse details which has created such a loyal following of Miffy. Called “Nijntje” in the original Dutch, Bruna’s Miffy books have sold more than 85 million storybooks in his lifetime. His books have have been translated into 40 languages, entertaining and influencing entire nations and generations of children.
My own early childhood adoration of Dick Bruna’s Miffy made a lasting impression and the echoes of that can be seen in the tenets of my work as a graphic designer and my enjoyment of comic book art. Over the years, American’s have often asked me who Dick Bruna is (because, despite the popularity in Europe, books can be relatively difficult to find here), and so when I first began working here I bought some of my design colleagues imported Miffy books to show them examples of Dick Bruna’s approach. There are some basic rules that I learned from reading Miffy books which influence me in my life and work to this day:
- Strip out all of the superfluous elements from a design. Take it down to the bare essentials that it needs to function and work from there. Make sure that every element on the page is there for a reason and serves a purpose.
- The fewer elements there are on a page, the less forgiving they are. That is to say that each element must work perfectly, because without the confusion of a mass of imagery, each element is that much more visible.
- Try to see like a child, without the assumption of what you think you know and you think is beautiful and try to see your work with fresh, uncluttered eyes. Use whatever techniques you can to do this (look at your design in a mirror or put it away and come back to it a day later) so long as you can look at it without the assumptions of an adult and feel the balance and tension in the work from a gut level.
While these are things that most artists learn at some point, children who read Miffy books can be gifted with the early input of this information in a non-verbal way. It is important for any designer or visual artist to understand that these simple, visual cues are going to impact on children when they grow into adults. It is perhaps for this reason that I am such a large proponent of comic books for young people.
Perhaps it is Bruna’s books that instilled my love of the flat color, but to this day I’m uncomfortable with the airbrushed coloring that some comic books use. When I started reading comic books there was only flat color and perhaps the odd bit of Letratone.
There were always black outlines and solid colors, usually in aggressive, contrasting shades. I appreciate the graphic simplicity of the genre, the honest use of the flat, descriptive format. Perhaps this is why I am am such a fan of artists like Chris Ware, Jaime Hernandez and Jamie McKelvie who have found way to exemplify and evolve a basic, old-school approach to comic book art.
Now it’s hard to imagine – as a voracious reader – that there was ever a time when the words looked like a random collection of markings, but they did. It is lucky that in this time, I had beautiful picture and comic books to look to and feed my growing imagination. I remember wondering what they were talking about in those speech bubbles and finding the motivation to try and figure it out, I loved my books, whether I could read them or not. When I buy gifts for friend’s children now, I can’t wait till they get old enough for books so that I can get them something good and have a go at shaping their future tastes just a little bit.






7 Comments
Julian
December 8, 2010 at 11:43 am
Preach on!
Pete Woodhouse
December 8, 2010 at 3:50 pm
Hey, Dick Bruna, that brings back childhood memories. Thanks, Sonia!
Rush-goalie
December 8, 2010 at 3:59 pm
Lovely article. Thanks.
Greg Hatcher
December 8, 2010 at 4:04 pm
One of the greatest gifts I was ever given was that when I was just learning to read, both my elementary school librarian, Mrs. hunter, and the local branch youth librarian, Mrs. Lapidus, never ever let on that most adults thought there was supposed to be some sort of qualitiative difference between the comics and TV shows I loved and the adventure and science fiction novels they had on their shelves. To me, it was all of a piece — the Seaview and the Nautilus and the Enterprise and the Pequod and so on, those were just all ships where cool stories happened. D’Artagnan, James Bond, James West, the Scarlet Pimpernel, Batman, Zorro… it wasn’t until I was in the 5th or 6th grade that I figured out there was some arbitrary line drawn defining which adventures were ‘classics’ and which were ‘junk.’
Today I make my living writing and teaching about ‘junk’ culture and I find myself often erasing the line between the junk and the classics in my classroom, making sure my kids don’t get stuck on that arbitrary designation either. Probably my favorite classroom experience this fall was running an old Hammer film in my Young Authors class, while doing a sort of live DVD commentary to show the kids how to build suspense with the idea of continually rising action as you also, simultaneously, cut off the protagonist’s options one by one. They loved it and the school librarian came in about halfway through to watch as well. (I would have used the original Die Hard, which is actually my favorite example of that technique, but it’s rated R.)
And it was all because of those two librarian ladies when I was eight years old. Sadly, I never got to thank them before they passed on. But really, it’s all their fault.
Stram B
December 8, 2010 at 5:29 pm
“Committed: Inadvertently Brainwashing Babies”
Why are you so sure that it’s inadvertent?
Nice article!
Travis Pelkie
December 12, 2010 at 3:56 am
Very neat article. It’s nice to discover someone like Bruna whom I’d never heard of before seeing the name on your site. I’m trying to remember my college courses in art history and design, to think of who Bruna’s work reminds me of, but no go.
I really like those 3 rules of design, especially number 2. Perhaps a future column could delve more into certain comics creators with really good design sense (and again, examples are NOT springing to mind right now).
I find at the size on this screen, I can appreciate Ware’s work a bit more. I’ve known intellectually that he’s good and I should like him, but I tend to dive into reading the text in comics first, so being able to “step back” and appreciate the design of the page is a treat.
I can’t remember NOT being able to read, and I was voracious as a child. To play off what Greg seems to be saying, I wasn’t one who was overly “selective”, I’d read just about anything. I remember the Hardy Boys, Encyclopedia Brown. I even read Babysitters Club books! (It’s a little embarassing even now, not only having to go into the kid section of the library to find some comics/GNs, but actually taking out something like the Babysitter’s Club GNs. I’m a 31 year old guy with a big scary beard, I’m sure some of the librarians keep their eyes on me…)
Now, I just read comics. I have more and more trouble concentrating on big books like I used to, but I’m hoping to turn that around some in 2011. I blame the internet for my concentration problems. I can’t focus as well because — ooh, Lorendiac’s Lists! I should check those out…What was I saying?
Skye
December 12, 2010 at 9:11 pm
Just as a side note, this struck me as a little odd:
“When I buy gifts for friend’s children now, I can’t wait till they get old enough for books so that I can get them something good and have a go at shaping their future tastes just a little bit.”
Children are never too young for books. Even very young babies enjoy looking at pictures in books. Before my kiddo could even roll over, he and dad has storytime where they would both lie on their backs and dad would hold the book up over their heads so they could look at it together for 5 minutes or so, whatever length of time kiddo seemed to be enjoying it.
And trust me, as parents we so appreciate it when friends or family give him really lovely books, because we’re the ones who read every book that comes into the house with him FIVE HUNDRED TIMES. Good art in addition to good writing is a real quality of life issue with that many repetitions, so the adult have something to appreciate too.