Brad Shapiro:  

CLASS OF 1980
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Langhorne, PA
Pratt InstituteClass of 1984
Brooklyn, NY
Langhorne, PA
Levittown, PA
Levittown, PA

Brad's Story

Life Geezus. I'm supposed to sum up my life here like it's a grocery list? Hmmmmm...I'm a wise-ass cartoonist so I guess I should start with the negative: I never got married and I don't have any kids. This is something about which I have some regret. I really envy those of you who have built a very satisfying family life complete with kids you're crazy about and a spouse who is, or has become your soulmate. My life as an artist has allowed me to have alot of interesting experiences and to meet many fascinating, talented people, but when it comes to relationships I have been a bewildered failure. Over the years I have had several long term relationships and done plenty of dating. I've even been engaged. Twice. I guess the problem is that I have the idea in my head that it's better to be alone than be with the wrong person, or, as the old saying goes, "The only thing worse than being alone, is wishing you were alone". Lately, I've turned more inward, and just maintain a few close friendhips with people I have known for a long time who are more like family then friends. I divide my time between New York City and Northern California, places where I enjoy spending alot of time in solitude; writing, drawing, and sometimes strolling the streets of NYC or hiking in the hills around San Francisco Bay. I have a dog. I inherited her from an old girlfriend. She got the dog as a puppy when we were living together. When we split up she said she couldn't take care of the dog because her new job had her working very long hours, and she asked me if I would take her. Over the two years that we had been living together I had become attached to the little dog and so I agreed. The dog's name is Sophie. Sophie is not the dog I would have selected if I had gone out to find one for myself. I always had imagined myself with a burly, athletic beast that would catch frisbees on a windswept beach, or would see to my security as I plyed the mean streets of the city. Sophie is no such dog. Sophie is a Chihuahua. Though Sophie isn't the dog I would have initially chosen for myself, I have completely fallen in love with her. Sophie and I have been through alot together; many moves and homes, my string of romantic relationships, flush and strained financial times, etc. When I'm in New York, Sophie sits in a gym bag with her tiny walnut-like head sticking out as she rides the subway with me to my various appointments. when we are in Northern California where I currently spend my summers, Sophie goes hiking with me along rustic trails that wind their way through towering redwoods. Her tiny legs move with astonishing speed and effectiveness as she propels herself ahead of me up steep hills, waiting for me as I try to catch up, and catch my breath. Sophie turns twelve years old soon. She is a very spry old gal and I pray she will be around several more years. I also have a cat named Stella who I adopted from an animal rescue unit in Berkeley. She helps keep Sophie young by trying to steal Sophie's treats and then Sophie chases her around the house. I find myself perpetually torn between my West Coast and NYC lives: I love Northern California, San Francisco is a very beautiful (although vapid) city, and the surrounding landscape and coastline is dramatic. The weather is great and the people are laid back (sometimes to the point of annoyance). It's much more peaceful than NYC, but New York will always be not only home for me but the soundstage and movie set for story of the adventure of my life. As an artist/writer/cartoonist NYC provides a richer source of inspiration. I spent 22 years of my life there and miss it tremendously when I'm away, but It's a crazy place for an old man like me to grow even older. Funny...California for me represents peace-without substance, while New York represents substance-without peace. Tough choice. School Though it was a happy time for me, I can barely remember High School. My recollections of High School take on a hazy dream-like quality that make it feel as if the whole experience occured several hundred years ago. Looking back, if I had to do it all over again, I would have tried to get to know many of you better. I didn't think of myself as being in a click, but I guess I was.....I would really welcome contact with anyone whose up for it, in hopes that you will be able to assist me in filling in the fuzzy gaps in my Maple Point memories. Please feel free to to contact me even if you think we weren't close in high school. There are many people who I'm curious about even though we weren't good friends back then. My guess would be that some of us would have alot more in common now than we did at that time. After all, back then we were sullen, angst-ridden teenagers. Now we can express ourselves much better as sullen, angst-ridden middle-agers. Speaking of middle age, and maybe some of you may relate to this, but I have been astounded lately at my rate of physical decay (see photos). I draw many cartoons about this subject. What the hell happened to me????? I seem to have suffered the affects of hard living without actually partaking in the guilty pleasures of smoking or heavy drinking. Anybody out there go into the plastic surgery field after graduation? Anyway, I hope to hear from some of you soon. Don't let the picture scare ya. Does anyone actually fork over the 39 bucks to be able to email each other??? Or are we all a bunch of cheapskates? I invested 75 bucks in that totally lame Harris Alumni Directory only to find that most of you were non-respondents to that directory. It currently functions just fine as a paperweight. College After graduating from Neshaminy Maple Point High School in Langhorne, PA, I moved to New York City to study art at Pratt Institute. Around this same time, my older sisters both had gotten married and moved away, and my parents sold our house in Levittown, Pennsylvania and retired early to West Palm Beach, Florida, effectively stranding me in New York. I didn't mind so much though because I quickly fell hard for NYC and adopted it as my new hometown. This transition was made much easier by the fact that my roomate freshman year of college was fellow Maple Point High School graduate John Gurney, who also went to Pratt to study art. John was a great roomate and as you all know a brilliant artist. John and I became better friends at Pratt and remained friends for a few years after graduation. Sadly, we've lost touch, just as I've lost touch with many old friends and acquaintances from high school and college. Studying art at Pratt Institute was probably the greatest time of my life: Being in an exciting city like New York, studying something I really cared about, surrounded by s...Expand for more
ome of the most talented young artists in the world---all this, with my entire future ahead of me. If I had to do it all over again I probably would have extended my education in the arts and gone on to graduate school after Pratt and studied film making. While at Pratt I struggled with the classes within my major sucn as graphic design and illustration, but seemed to excel at my minor classes in film and photography. As it turned out I ended up being a cartoonist, which wasn't even a class offered at Pratt. At the time, it seemed to me that Cartoonists at Pratt were considered to be illustrators who had not yet evolved past their unsophisticated tastes, and were not given a whole lot of respect by the faculty or in the curriculum. So as it turned out I spent four years of my life and thousands of dollars to end up doing as an adult exactly what I had done throughout my high school career: draw funny pictures. I graduated Pratt in 1984 and began my so-called career (see the work section of my BIO), then, (your all going to find this to be really weird) after graduation I decided to no longer use my middle name "Brad", the name by which people had known me all my life. Instead I started to use my first name, which is "Alexander", professionally, and asked my friends to try to make the difficult adjustment of suddenly having to call me by this new (to them) name. So, though most of you reading this bio know me as "Brad", I've actually been "Alex" for more than 20 years! It's a tough adjustment to make. In fact my own sister Carolyn still can't get used to it all these years later and often slips up and calls me "Brad"--That's okay. I don't mind. If any of you out there decides to contact me, it's fine to refer to me as "Brad"--it actually might be a bit nostalgic! At the time I decided to make this change I had simply decided that I liked my first name better, and now, as I get older, it actually seems to fit me much better. As I have said, one of my many (many) regrets, is that I never returned to college to get my Masters Degree. I am now at this late stage in my life and career am considering returning to school. If any of you has recently returned to school, I'd be interested in hearing how it went for you as an older student. If I go back to school at this time, I will most likely study writing. Are any of you out ther writers? If so, I'd be very interested in talking to you about your work. All that said, I'm not exactly finished with cartooning. I still do alot of illustration and am currently working on a cartoon memoir--(think of a lighter yet hipper version of "American Splendor" that isn't drawn quite as realistically) If all goes well you'll be able to pick it up soon at a bookstore near you. Workplace I graduated from Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York in 1984 with a B.F.A. in Advertising Design. I had been trained to be one of those guys who designs print ads and T.V. commercials. My first job out of school was as an advertising copywriter for JC Penney Co. in New York. There, at Penney's Corporate headquarters I found myself bored out of my freakin' mind writing about women's wear for the petites catalog--stuff like: "Dress up, dress down, from office to evening you'll look fabulous mixing and matching these floral separates. Sizes 6, 7, 9 and 14. Made in USA. Machine wash,tumble dry..." After I almost went insane at that job I worked five years for my alma mater Pratt Institute as the Director of Recruitment--traveling all over the country trying to get talented art students to get their education at Pratt...After a while I realized that I didn't want to recruit artists, I wanted to BE an artist, so I quit. I moved to a little California coastal town located south of San Francisco called Half Moon Bay. I spent 7 months there trying to find myself until I was forced to move back to New York City. I owned a small apartment there and the person I had rented it to lost her job and stopped paying rent, leaving me with a hefty mortgage. I couldn't pay rent in California and my NYC apartment mortgage so I moved back into the NYC apartment. I ended up, however, not working as an artist at all because I had to pay that hefty mortgage ...and eat, so I became the Director of Recruitment for The City Volunteer Corps--a kind of Peace Corps for New York City. My job was to get high school kids to vounteer to do National Service in exchange for college scholarships. Finally, after a year of trying to convince myself that I was doing good work for the city of New York and that I was making the world a better place, I realized I am not a do-gooder-save-the-world type, and that I selfishly wanted to pursue my own ego-maniacal dreams and be a famous artist who attends lavish Hollywood parties and spends summers in Tuscany. So I quit. Now a cartoonist/illustrator/artist/writer who divides his time professionally between New York City and The San Francisco Bay area, I am still waiting to be invited to lavish Hollywood parties and I can't afford a villa in Tuscany. I HAVE been a working artist however and in the past I've done illustration work for such clients as The Central Park Conservancy, Madison Square Garden and CS First Boston. My cartoons and comic strips have appeared in several books and magazines, but I've regretted never having pursued my own syndication. These days I find myself doing alot of teaching, mostly to kids. I've taught cartooning and animation as a visiting artist in the New York City and San Francisco Public School Systems, The Queens Museum of Art, the Museum of the City of New York, as well as the California College of the Arts. My students work has been exhibited in such places as the Citicorps Building and ABC Studios in New York and at the Yerba Buena Gardens Museum of Art in San Francisco. I had recently have taken on an additional responsibility as the curator of a small children's gallery/education center in Oakland, California called The Junior Center of Art and Science. It is a great little place located on the shore of Lake Merritt, surrounded by a beautiful park and an amazing bird sanctuary. Until recently, I had been their exhibit designer and curator, not just for art exhibitions, but for science exhibitions. Science has never been my area of expertise so it was quite a learning experience for me....and alot of fun. I couldn't continue as the fulltime curator their however because my beloved New York City was calling, as well as family members still on the east coast who begged me to spend more time there. So now I spend summers working in California and winters in NYC. It may sound glamorous to be a bi-coastal artist, but my career is relatively small time--and a disappointment.
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"Come closer so I can bite you, dahling..."
Sophie Sunbathing by the Window
Artist X in Oakland- January 2005
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