Andrew Wyeth, I bow down low.

Andrew Wyeth died yesterday. He was 91.
"I don't think that there is anything that is really magical unless is has a terrifying quality."

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape-the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."

"If one could only catch that true color of nature - the very thought of it drives me mad."

We know this man is relaxing because he took off his hook! Wizard!
Raw shock, loose hand, ordinary landscape, extraordinary understanding. "God, I've frozen my ass off painting snow scenes!"
cold eyes. hair raising. "terrifying." He was a master drawer, no doubt. Which is to say, he was a master feeler. I love this quote: "I think one's art goes as far and as deep as one's love goes."

Magic. Witchcraft. Wind From The Sea.
This one, Man and the Moon, lives at the Kemper Museum in Kansas City. Lucky us!
When I was little I used to copy his work. My parents took me to an exhibition and I was shocked out of my mind. He was a master watercolorist.
He could render the aged surface of a wall into an abstract masterpiece. This treatment changed the way I looked at walls. And I used to consume his narratives, enter his worlds, for they were windows, often literally, into a mysterious, but also ordinary, uncomfortably real aspect of our reality. Wyeth worked with morbid themes, and erotic themes, taboos, which I loved.
This man is on his death bed, and look at that quilt! master watercolorist.
"I don't think that there is anything that is really magical unless is has a terrifying quality."

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