Back when I was a graphic design and illustration student, the illustrators in my class were almost unanimously united in worship of the paintings of Bernie Fuchs. A class trip to New York found a group of us sitting on the floor of the Illustration House Gallery with our noses mere inches from his original paintings that had been kindly brought out from the storage room and propped around the floor for us.
Upon purchasing a collections of posters at another illustration institution there, I found they had been rolled up and packaged for me in a mailing tube that had previously housed one of Mr. Fuchs paintings. His name and studio address were still affixed to the tube.
Bernie Fuchs died last night.