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Illustrators or artists are oil and water to art purists. An artist is a person who creates a work that can stand alone as a piece of fine art. Illustrators, on the other hand they say, create art as an adjunct or helper to a story or product. Perhaps they are right. I, as the audience of both cannot add or subtract from either ones argument. But I can say as the audience of both, I do not put such a fine edge on it. I enjoy both. It is obvious to most, which is which, but does that make it any less art? Not to me, but I have always been one of those blue-collar kind of guys. I just know what I like. The more art-educated the viewer, the more it seems they want to categorize what he or she does and put them in their proper box.
"An artist starves for his work and waits to be discovered."
"An illustrator prostitutes himself to a client who will buy his art."
Both true? There are probably a hundred arguments with pros and cons on each side. It is not my intention or desire to go that route. I leave that to others. I say, my life is enriched by what artists and/or illustrators create, so I will present both equally as I enjoy them equally.
Norman Rockwell; N.C. Wyeth; and Maxfield Parrish are three of the most prominent names of artists/illustrator who seem to be able to straddle the divide. I will present some of their work here. See if you can tell, or if you even care, what category they belong in.