About the Artist
Frank Fitzgerald
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Frank Fitzgerald was born a long time ago in
Queens, NY, which is a part of New York City. He attended a Catholic grade school where
the nuns taught him to color inside the lines and to make a neat, even border around all
of his pictures. He was intrigued by the mystery of Catholicism and its exotic forms and
accepted its authority until the 2nd grade, when Sister Philbertha, the first woman he
loved but could not have, pulled him (by his ear) from his seat during an assembly and
falsely accused him of talking. Thereafter, he questioned the infallibility of the
Pope. However, Mr. Fitzgerald continues to maintain a deep interest in things Christian
and spiritual, and, also, in women who wear long black dresses. |
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Deciding in favor of the intellectual freedom of a public high school, (and this at the time Rock and Roll was being born) he learned how to dress cool and slouch. Leaving high school, Fitzgerald joined the U. S. Navy. While in boot camp, forced to rise earlier than he had ever done before, he stood under a pre-dawn sky watching the newly launched Sputnik pass overhead and wondered if he was in the right navy. Nonetheless, he served his country with valor, enduring the rigors of exceedingly long chow lines for over 3 years. During his enlistment Fitzgerald made two remarkable cruises aboard the USS Glacier, sailing all the way from Boston, Massachusetts to Norfolk, Virginia and from Norfolk, Virginia to Boston, Massachusetts. He turned down an offer, made by his grateful government, to extend his enlistment by two months in order to journey to the South Pole to see some penguins sliding around on the ice.
A civilian again, and not being able to get a job commensurate with his abilities, he decided to return to school to develop some commensurable abilities. He enrolled at the School of Visual Arts and learned many new things, the first being how to look at a naked (totally) woman without appearing that it mattered very much to him, which it could have because not only was there this naked woman there sitting there in front of you in broad (excuse me) daylight, but there were 20 other people in the room looking at her and not a single one saying "This is great, we get to look at a naked woman all morning and our parents are paying for it." Young Frank certainly didn't stand up and say anything like that. It didn't matter to him that they were forced to look at a naked woman.
Years later, (cutting to the chase here) Fitzgerald had put his hippie days behind him and became an illustrator. His illustrations have appeared in the New York Times and various magazines, and he illustrated 9 children's books. Where's Kevin?, which was a tie-in to the release of the Home Alone II movie, actually went into reprint. It can still be found around Christmastime in select stores in places like Turkistan and Nepal. Mr. Fitzgerald, being quite religious, uses some of the proceeds from this book to pay two little Italian ladies to say novenas for the continued propagation of the Home Alone series. Mr. Fitzgerald, himself, is working on some ideas for a Home Alone IV that would have little Kevin stranded in the woods somewhere, and there would be the humorous hammering and torching of some pathetic bunch of (ethnic, political, or nationalist group of your choice) terrorists, crazed-homegrown-militia types, or maybe the FBI. It kind of depends on which way the wind is blowing when the flick goes into production, as well as some important artistic concerns.
