Hans Froniusfronius-hans.comHans Fronius was an Austrian painter and illustrator, born in 1903 in Sarajevo to an old aristocratic family. After the breakup of Austria-Hungary (Fronius, incidentally, witnessed the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand), the family moved to Graz, and Fronius entered the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.
Hans Fronius became one of the most important Austrian graphic artists of the 20th century — for example, the art historian Otto Benesch called him “the most significant illustrator since Alfred Kubin.” He worked in the vein of expressive realism, creating portraits, urban scenes, and illustrations for literary works. His illustrations for the writings of Franz Kafka, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Louis Stevenson, and later — for The Master and Margarita — brought him particular renown.
Over the course of his long career, Fronius produced more than a hundred books and albums, took part in hundreds of exhibitions across Europe and beyond, and was awarded numerous state honors.
On the alley of Patriarch's Ponds, a stranger approaches the writers
Berlioz’s head gazes with astonishment from under the tram at his own body
Woland’s retinue
Ivan rushes in pursuit of the cat escaping on the tram
Ivan Homeless is given a calming injection with a huge syringe
Hungover Stepa Likhodeev gapes at the unexpected visitor
Azazello emerges from the mirror
Behemoth the Cat with a shot of vodka
A séance of black magic performed by Behemoth the Cat by tearing off a head
And here comes the exposure
Matthew Levi on Golgotha
A beautiful secretary wringing her hands at the sight of an empty suit
Choral singing. Everyone looks quite pleased
Azazello sits down beside Margarita
And he offers her something
Margarita in front of the mirror
Embarrassing the neighbor
The wrecking of Latunsky’s apartment
Natasha has caught up with Margarita on the hog
Margarita meets the retinue
An endless crowd at Satan’s ball
Behemoth the Cat and Gella
Behemoth the Cat and the secret police men
The Crucifixion
A temple high above
Pilate with wine spilled on the floor
At the Torgsin store
Woland gazes over Moscow from the rooftop
Satan’s retinue leaves the city
