When Andrew Wyeth died in 2009, he left behind a body of work that depicts a simpler, yet somewhat complicated time in American History. He wove together his love for the African American community over the hill from his home, and the farming community just outside his doorstep.
After reading a number of books on this mans life, I discovered Andrew’s disciplined artistic journey began as a young boy and his respect for the human spirit never wavered.
He is the only artist I’ve ever known who was given unequivocal license to enter the homes of those he knew. At any time of the day or night, he would enter with canvas, brushes and paint, to render some of his most haunting work of his subjects while they were sleeping, cooking or just sitting and looking out the window.
Several years ago, in Atlanta, GA., The High Museum hosted an Andrew Wyeth exhibit that contained an extraordinarily large body of his work. Just viewing one of Andrew Wyeth’s emotionally charged paintings was such a powerful experience that seeing such a large body of his work in one place was almost overwhelming.
Andrew Wyeth once said, “I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it, I always want to see the third dimension of something. I want to come alive with the object.”
Andrew’s desire was to capture a moment, not a frozen moment, but a fleeting moment. I suppose that’s why his work is so haunting. He succeeded! - Jill Saur
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