Andrew Wyeth died this morning
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Thanks for your comment, Theresa.
I'm embarrassed that I never saw your Facebook posting of the Wyeth article. I'll go back and look for it.
I just ordered the book with your short story that comes out this month. I can't wait to read it! I posted something to you about that in Facebook.
Oh, I'm so excited that you ordered a copy of the anthology! You WILL let me know what you think, I hope! Thanks so much!
Unbelievable that the painting was in the vault all the time. *sigh*
"Even when Wyeth is admitted into the canon, he's held a bit at arm's length. The Museum of Modern Art in New York City owns his most famous canvas, Christina's World, which it acquired in 1948, soon after it was painted, for just $1,800. But while the picture is always on display at MoMA, it's consigned to what you might call an anteroom on the margins of the more respectably modern galleries, a salon des refuses that it shares with Edward Hopper's House by the Railroad. Seeing Christina splayed across her field of grass, gazing toward that house on the horizon, it's easy to imagine that it's the citadel of MoMA she's looking at so poignantly, the place she still has not entirely entered, even if she is inside."
Yes, the vault. Dallas Museum of Art finally brought it out, and now that Wyeth has passed, I highly doubt that the painting will go away anytime soon. I'm deeply satisfied with those times when I can linger in front of it--such an amazing piece.
What an incredible quote--"the citadel of MoMA she's looking at so poignantly, the place she still has not entirely entered, even if she is inside." I'm glad to know that Andrew was his own man, and didn't obsess about what the art world thought of his work. He even seemed O.K. with the general population liking it, even if they didn't share his sentiments about his subjects. He made a comment that many of his admirers enter his work "through the back door," and that's O.K. too. I like that.
I worked for a while at a comfortable walking distance from the museum and used to walk down there for lunch. One of the free galleries had a display of about thirty or so smallish paintings by an Hispanic artist that were all garish, primary colors with mostly black backgrounds and were reminiscent of nighttime landscapes. They all looked like they would be truly psychedelic under black light. I have no idea who the artist was. While I was admiring the art a docent followed by a gaggle of school girls came into the room and the docent began to explain the art to these girls in terms they could understand, she talked about composition, use of color, the southwestern themes and the modern aspects of the art. Mind you, these works all looked like sketches for the cover of the Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge She talked about everything except the consistent subject. Every picture was filled with peyote buttons growing on every surface available. There was a lot of irony, there. I wonder yet if anyone recognizes what was going on in that art. I'm sure they must.