I know the work of Manfred Deix mainly from the U-Comix and the Titanic, his grotesque figures with bloodshot goggles and drooling gazes are not easily forgotten. His caricatures of inflated politicians, psychophatic Nazis and the horny priests portrayed reality better than any photo. His lack of work ethic and his anti-career lust finally made him admirable. He turned ugliness into art. And his pen wasn't pointed, it was a thorn. In his caricatures, Manfred Deix most humorously revealed the mendacity of all of us.
Now the Austrian draftsman and caricaturist Manfred Deix died on Saturday at the age of 67, as the director of the Krems Caricature Museum, Gottfried Gusenbauer, confirmed to the Austrian news agency APA on Monday. Here are a few obituaries at Standard, Courier and Salzburger Nachrichten. Goodnite, Manfred. From an interview with Freizeit.at:
Marietta on Manfred's complete lack of ambition: 'He never really tried for anything.' [...]
An important comic festival with all representatives of the Frankfurt School. Deix the guest of honor. When is he coming? I say he'll call you back. Clang of voices: 'What do you mean, call back? The festival starts in half an hour. ' I didn't know where he was. Only safe in Lucerne. ”Or urgently the NDR: They equipped the studio with larger than life Deix figures. Sent a plane ticket. Where is he? He has to wear the mask! The broadcast took place without Deix. The art director from Spiegel wanted to pick up a cover. Beppo Votzi urged the profile cartoon. Of course I knew I was lying when I said Manfred was sick. But I couldn't admit that I haven't seen him for a week. Sure, I want to run away often, but what do I do with all the cats?