Andrew Wyeth

There is a sort of comic remark about 'Frasier has left the building', but it always got my attention. If you think of it, there are these larger than life persons that we admire but never meet that are in the 'building' that represents life in its largest sense. And so today, in honor of
a true individual and a stellar artist, the building is feeling quite empty.

Andrew Wyeth crossed my life in the usual way that famous artists do. I had the same experience as a young person with Georgia O'Keeffe, Pablo Picasso and Salvador Dali. These top artists were berated, x-rated and celebrated on the covers of popular magazines and newspapers. They were interviewed and then the media would do their usual hatchett jobs and the public at large would think they were odd.

They were odd in the very best way - they lived the life THEY created, and on this planet that is a tall order as the pressure to conform is subtle and constant.

I celebrate the life of Andrew Wyeth. I have been to Chadds Ford several times where he was a child and lived in the shadow of his famous father N.C. Wyeth until he grew into his own man and then some. Of course the Wyeth legacy is also shared by Andy's son Jamie who is a superb artist as well. Upon going there, one now gets to go to the home and studio that N.C. had for his family.
N.C. had the studio built just up a little rise behind his home. As you may know, he died in the middle of his life, along with his grandson when the car he was driving stalled on train tracks. The studio has been left by the family exactly as it was when he was last in it. His palette and the last piece he was working on are still there - looking deserted and not a little forlorn.

Going to Chadds Ford and the Brandywine Museum is a more spiritual experience than most such visits. It has a human quality because it was a mill at one time, and now is the wonderful human-scale place where one can visit its several floors and see works by all three of these amazing men as well as that of some other artists. On one visit, I had the extraordinary experience of getting a tour of Andy's latest show given by his granddaughter Victoria who made it so special and even humorous. She, not being an artist, did her best to be sure to communicate what it was that her Grandfather wanted understood. It was really great.

Now, as has been said of another major figure in our history, he belongs to the ages. But to me it is the empty building and knowing that he has completed his last painting. At least for now.
Who knows where such a being may show up next? Keep the door open......

Winter Sun

On a recent winter's morning, I was coming up the

stairs and there in front of me was this scene. The

sun could not have played across her pretty face

any better than this if I had set up lighting myself.

The doll is part of a collection that my mother started

years ago and that I have added to now and then

(but only infrequently) and the chair was a doll

chair that I had as a child. I just loved the beauty

of this scene and grabbed my camera before the

January sun moved on its way.

My Christmas kitty

I went out on the porch to take photos

of my wreath and lo and behold, here

was a much better photograph! My

lovely cat was in the window by the

candle watching my every move.

Eventually she'll have to move over

for grandchildren!

Happy New Year everyone!