Who he was
George Klauba was born in 1938 on Chicago's southwest side, the son of Lithuanian immigrants. His father was a machinist who moonlighted as a stage magician. His mother walked him through the Art Institute of Chicago and the Field Museum — the rooms that, by his own telling, set the course of his life.
In 1956, just shy of eighteen, he enlisted in the Navy. He served three years aboard the destroyer USS Kenneth D. Bailey, sailing with the Atlantic Fleet into the Mediterranean and to Cuba as a gunner's mate. Those years at sea never left his work. Decades later he would paint Melville's Moby-Dick and the naval battles of the Pacific, again and again, like a man returning to a port he couldn't quite leave.
After the Navy he studied commercial art at Chicago's American Academy of Art and spent years as a graphic artist — including a long run at the Chicago Sun-Times. But the work that mattered to him was the fine art he made on his own, self-taught: dreamlike, meticulous, often nautical paintings and carved-and-painted wooden constructions. That blend of discipline and strangeness is what eventually put his hand on a coin.