Design Studio Press
11.75” x 11.75”
Review by Wallace Wyss
Harold reveals a lot about his life where his fascination with American cars came from. He is British, born in an industrial town and in his neighborhood nobody was rich enough to afford a car. So as a lad he’d go down to the corner to watch cars go by (when he wasn’t dodging bombs.
The book was done recently enough to include some new paintings that represent a departure--more portraits of desert towns and boring highways, sort of commentary on the banality of some of the scenery you see in California, it’s not all palm trees and surf, lemme tell ya—these are the views the Chambers of Commerce don’t send you.
I feel that Harold Cleworth has carved out his own niche in the art world, one different from all the other artists in the AFAS. He depicts cars in a way that he feels properly represent what the car designers were trying to do (or the customizers years later) .
Occasionally he does something quite daring, like his painting of a big ol' Fifties Cadillac where the car is half one color on one page and half another color on another page--his goal to show the wild colors cars came in back in the '50s.
At any rate, if you like a book that shows the evolution of an artist through a 50 year arc, this book is for you.