Saturday, August 6, 2011

The World Behind Wyeth’s Christina’s World

Bought by the MoMA in 1948, the same year it was painted, Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World entered the American art pantheon seemingly once it was dry. For more than half a century, viewers have been captivated by the mysterious scene of a young woman crawling across a field towards a house on top of a hill. In Andrew Wyeth, Christina's World, and the Olson House, an exhibition at The Farnsworth Art Museum through October 30, 2011, some of the mystery behind the masterpiece is finally solved. This collection of 45 works, including Wyeth’s first ever sketched idea for Christina’s World, allows us to see the world behind Wyeth’s World and connect even more deeply with the man and his art. Please come over to Picture This at Big Think to read more of "The World Behind Wyeth’s Christina’s World."

[Image: Author’s own photo from the January 31, 2009 memorial for Andrew Wyeth at the Brandywine River Museum. No images from this exhibition were made available to the online-only press, unfortunately, but you can see some of the works from the exhibition here.]

[Many thanks to Rizzoli for providing me with a review copy of Andrew Wyeth, Christina's World, and the Olson House by Michael K. Komanecky and Otoyo Nakamura, the catalog to the The Farnsworth Art Museum’s exhibition of the same name, which runs through October 30, 2011.]

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My art:



I said: "The theologians really know
their topic; are these people smart like eighty-
one people quite like you together, so
just do like me and pray and trust them, Katie,

their knowledge adds to a tremendous mass
of safe and very holy gravitation!"
– "Oh yes?" said Katie, "What if all that jazz
is very simple at the final station

what do you say? I don't want to be rude
not even really to oppose your mission.
But tacitly this concept may include
an untold power, that's my slight suspicion,

I mean, that Truth was never too complex –
You may say 'God'; the real thing still is Sex!"

My poetry:

Single Swingle


Algorithm of Being

To live reactively, responsively, creatively, as an artist, act the way your life forms the best possible narrative, like a novel or a film, towards Death, End of the Story. According to Heidegger, Life is what Is. Sorge. Being kind of your own God? Primacy of Aestethics over Ethics.

My philosophy:


Et ma poésie...

Un orage nocturne illmuna maintenant l'Amazonie, franchis les Andes, envoya des jeux de cartes gigantesques et frappantes en bas à la Pampa –

Puis: petit déjeuner à melon; café fumant !

À la bague du cigare tu lis, étonné: GÉOGRAPHIE.


In Totenstadt kann Nichts wachsen,
Nacht bebaut die grüne Bezirke.
Wache, Kind, wache!
Es kommt ein Mann zum Haus.

Es läuft das Gerücht um schwarze
Schein von brennende Schächte.
Wache, Kind, wache!
Er öffnet die Tür zum Zimmer.

Das Mond der Nachkriegszeit fällt
seine Auge über allen Gärten.
Wache, Kind, Wache!
Der König hat er gestürzt.

Deine Atemwende wird leicht als Tod
und Erwartung in der Himmelskapelle.
Träume, Kind, träume!
Dein Vater ist immer bei dir.



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