Paul Coker's art was not as broad or slapstick as the art of most other MAD artists, but in his own quiet way he was every bit as brilliant.
Look at this lovely little drawing of a boy standing. He's not being carried off by a gorilla or balancing a ball on his nose. Yet, Coker keeps his subject from being dull and symmetrical by adding a dozen charming touches: notice the unusual shape of the bottom of his sweat shirt, or the interesting shape of his collar, how only one pant leg is rolled up and the other has a patch. Notice the confidence of Coker's folds over the boy's stomach or at his elbow.
In an era when the New Yorker features a bevy of untalented cover artists who use lifeless mechanical circles for heads, look at how much sensitivity Coker puts into this "almost' circle head-- the subtlety of that chin, those little boy cheeks, the treatment of that vacant ear, the shape of that hat-- all before you even get to that marvelous facial expression described in so few lines. In my opinion, Coker's better than all of them.
Another splendid drawing now shows the boy in motion. Notice how beautifully Coker captures the running figure, with those over-sized shoes kicking up pebbles.
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| You won't find the silhouette of that leg and disjointed ankle in any anatomy book. |
It's to MAD's credit that, amidst all the clang and clatter of the Don Martin and Al Jaffee and Prohias, it appreciated the quiet brilliance of Coker.
Here's a gallery of other Coker drawings, enlarged so you can better see what he was up to.
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| The father's eyes might be a predictable facial expression, but his nervous smile is quite an innovative design. And dig those shoes! |











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