What has Christopher Columbus done for us lately? He may have been a great raiser of funds, but he was a piss-poor navigator. I compare that to Favre's quarterback greatness, with the uncanny ability to still throw a pick (or two) in the most inopportune times. Anyway, I digress and now I'm splitting hairs. Last Monday was Columbus Day. What they should do is scrap Columbus Day (like they did Abe Lincoln Day) and make it Favre Day. The King of QBs deserves his own day. Afterall, anyone who has inspired so much beautiful artwork deserves his own day.
This is probably my favorite oil painting of Favre. The inspiration for the helmetless Brett came during the 1997 Super Bowl when the triumphant QB smirked across the field, as if to tell Patriots' head coach, Bill Parcels, that he and his Drew Bledsoe-led team had nothing on Green Bay. Packers 35, Patriots 21.
Apparently comic book geeks aren't into football because this gem never made it to Comic-Con. Ironic too, because rumor on the street is that Favre's powers have inspired the creation of many fictional comic book characters. Heroes of course.
The guy mentioned retirement maybe once or twice and they already chiseled out a bust for him in Canton. I bet they already embroided up his jacket too. Coincidentally, the Favre wing of the Football Hall of Fame will open in Summer of 2008.
I'm not a big fan of black and white Favres because it kind of gives me the creeps. Like he was traded to the Raiders or something. But, as far as grey-tones go, this is probably my favorite. Look at the concentration in his black eyes.
Believe it or not, there was a time when the Green Bay offensive line was as helpless as a newborn baby. Favre on the run, like in this classic watercolor, was a common sight. An impressive fact is that this is a self portrait painted during an actual game at Lambeau Field. His paint brushes and pallet were hidden inside the handwarmer that he wore around his waste.
Colored pencils never produced a more beautiful sketch. True, Favre's face is a little on the pudgy side, but you should have seen the spread on the set of Something About Mary. Cameron Diaz gained a pound or two during filming too.
This one defines Green Bay football. In the trenches, struggling for NFL domination, dropping back into the pocket, setting up to throw yet another record braking pass. This would look great painted on the side of my next van.
Okay, let me give it to you straight. This Andy Warhol-esque piece was done during the pain killer years. Still, it beats the hell out of an image of a Cambell's Soup Can or a freaking banana.
The kid who painted this is obviously a better artist than he is a mathlete. Here's the story: Junior claims his subject is Favre, but the number on the jersey is 84, which belonged to Sterling Sharpe. The subject's hands look white, but his face looks black, so this kid was really confused. And how about those eye lashes. I changed my mind. I give this one a one-legged A, also known as an F.
I have no analysis of this tear-jerker painted by John Madden, just a title and the title says it all: Magic Monday Night. I wonder if the old man painted it in the bus, the horse trailer or up in the booth?
Technically this isn't art, in the true definition of the word, but at some point a graphic "artist" had to touch it, so I'll include it. Plus, I like the fact that it's not a Peyton Manning-endorsed product (those are hard to come by) and that it's a battery advertisement. Favre keeps going and going and going and...
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