My grandpa Erik, my dad's dad, the first & oldest & greatest of the Blegvad illustrators, died on Tuesday morning. He was 90 years old. I should be so lucky to ever do a drawing one half as nice as one of his, or to ever have a moustache so fine.
There's a lot of family legends & proud stories about him but my favourite is this: he was illustrating a crowded naval scene for a magazine, and he used his wise judgement and great wit to put a tiny boat in the distance with flags that spelled 'fuck it' in semaphore. Somebody wrote in to complain and he was fired. That's my kinda illustrator! Hats off to you, sir.
These are some photographs I took of his study, in lieu of more words because if there's one thing I ain't it's a eulogist. Just - bye Grandpa. Thank you for the good times.