ALEXANDER ZICK: MAERCHENBILDER

 Alexander Zick (* 20. Dezember 1845 in Koblenz; † 10. November 1907 in Berlin) war ein deutscher Historien-, Porträt- und Genremaler sowie Illustrator.

Alexander Zick, Sohn des Malers Gustav Zick, Enkel des Malers Konrad Zick und Urenkel des Malers Januarius Zick, studierte nach 1862 an der Königlich-Preußischen Kunstakademie in Düsseldorf zunächst Bildhauerei bei August Wittig. Später wechselte er zum Fach Malerei und wurde Schüler bei Eduard Bendemann. Anschließend ging Zick zunächst nach Koblenz, bevor er ab spätestens 1864 nach Paris übersiedelte. Dort wurde er im Atelier von Alexandre Cabanel ausgebildet. Ab etwa 1870 war Zick dann in Düsseldorf ansässig.

Durch Bekanntschaft mit Ludwig Knaus ging Zick 1880 nach Berlin. Wenngleich auch weiterhin als Genre- und Historienmaler aktiv, war er bald überwiegend als Illustrator bekannt. Er fertigte Zeichnungen unter anderem für Märchen, für Familien- und Jugendzeitschriften wie etwa Die Gartenlaube, aber auch für allgemeine Literatur wie etwa für eine Ausgabe von Goethes Faust. (WIKIPEDIA)

Anton Ohorn: Die Helden der Küste illustriert von Willy Stöwer

 Willy Stöwer (* 22. Mai 1864 in Wolgast, Königreich Preußen; † 31. Mai 1931 in Berlin) war ein deutscher Marinemaler der Kaiserzeit.

 

 

Willy Stöwer 1913

"Wer wagt's mit mir - ich fahre hinaus!"

 

 

 

"Schlag zu!"

 

 "Ein Schiff in Not!"

In Todesnot

Die Christnacht

Hilfe durch das Rettungsboot

 

EVELINA BY FANNY BURNEY ILLUSTRATED BY HUGH THOMSON, 2nd Part

 

Madame Duval implored their mercy.

"Mr. Mirvan, I have brought a petitioner."

She endeavoured to adjust her hair-dress.

She called me to account very roughly.

The capatain took me aside.

The violence of their mirth.

In profound and melancholy meditation

Most officiously handed me to a great chair.

"Pray don't be so coy."

M. Du Bois walked by the side of the chair.

"Well, now, ladies, I think we sit very well."

Seated on a window with Mr. Brown.

We were followed by Mr. Smith, who came to make excuses.

Mr. Smith ran away with me.

The Miss Branghtons screamed.

"O ho, my little runaway, have I found you at last?"

"I can't think where she can be!"

As fast as ever they could tear her along.

"Pray, Sir, won't you sit down yourself?"

Young Branghton burst into a loud laugh.

"Madam! - for Heaven's sake."

His behaviour is more unaccountable than ever.

Mr. Smith sat indolöently quiet on his chair.

"I've the greatest mind in the world to box your ears!"

In vain his daughter pleaded.

They frequently looked back.

We were moved on between them.

Tormenting  Mr. Brown

A  shower of rain made us hasten.

"Ah tu me rends la vie!" cried he.

Raising his eyes in thankfulness towards heaven.

Everybody I see takes notice of my being altered.

My good friends tease me about my gravity.

Planning for the future.

Much incommoded by three gentlemen.

Surrounded the chair of Lady Louisa Larpent.

They pranced about thr room, making bows.

In our way downstairs

Lord Merton caught my hand, saying the day was his own.

The young lady entered the pump room.

Followed by a party of young men.

A copy of verses had been dropped in the pump-room.

Presented one of them to Lord Orville, another to me.

Vehemently demanded him to return it.

I found myslf already before him.

"Miss Anville, don't you walk with us?"

Miss Mirvan and I jumped upon our chairs.