Who he was
George Klauba was born in 1938 on Chicago's southwest side, the son of parents of Lithuanian descent. His father was a machinist who moonlighted as a stage magician. His mother, by Klauba's own account, did more for his eye than any classroom: she walked him through the Art Institute of Chicago and the Field Museum of Natural History, and those rooms set the course of his life.
In 1956, just shy of his eighteenth birthday, he enlisted in the Navy. He served three years aboard the destroyer USS Kenneth D. Bailey, out of Newport, Rhode Island, as a gunner's mate and seaman with the Atlantic Fleet — two deployments to the Mediterranean with the Sixth Fleet, and a stretch off Cuba. The sea never left him. Decades later he was still painting it: Melville's Moby-Dick, sailors, tattoos, the constellations a watch-stander learns by heart.
Back ashore, he took a two-year commercial-art certificate at Chicago's American Academy of Art in 1961, then spent twenty-seven years as a graphic artist at the Chicago Sun-Times. As a fine artist he was entirely self-taught. That split — newspaper-deadline discipline by day, a strange and meticulous private imagination after hours — is exactly the combination that would one day put his hand on a coin.