Dudu Geva - Biography

Biography

Born in Jerusalem, Geva started his artistic career at the age of 17, in a youth weekly newspaper named "HaAretz Shelanu". In his army service, Geva contributed his talent to the military's newspaper "BaMahane". After his military service, Geva joined the staff of Israel TV's Channel One (the mainstream, government-sponsored station) as a graphic designer.

From then until his dying day, Geva didn't stop working and developing the Israeli culture of comics, illustrations, and humor. He published caricatures, comic strips, and satire columns in Israel's leading newspapers: "Haolam Hazeh" ("Zoo-Aretz-Zoo"), "Hadashot" ("The Song of the Duck"), "HaIr" ("Joseph and his Brothers", "The Silence of the Duck"), "Kol HaIr" ("Ahalan and Sahalan"), "Maariv" ("The Road to Happiness", "Geva's Journal") and "Haaretz" ("The Weekly Caricature").

Although working for mainstream bodies like newspapers and books' publishers, Geva worked (mostly in his last years) on developing the underground subversive and independent Israeli art world that had been blossoming in the area. Together with his artist friends, he had published independent comic and humorous booklets.

In addition to his work in journalism, Geva never stopped producing artistically. From watercolors to acrylic to pen and pencil, Geva made hundreds of varied artworks. Geva also produced dozens of comedic comic books, fine book illustrations, and charming children's books in collaboration with many of Israel's writers and artists. Geva was known for his humor which came to fruition in his characters- among them Joseph and the duck.

Dudu Geva died on February 15, 2005, of a heart attack. He left an ex-wife and two children.

In homage to Geva, a large inflatable duck currently looks down on Rabin Square from the Tel Aviv Municipality building.

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