Andrew Wyeth died today. Andrew Wyeth spent his life painting pictures of his birthplace in Bucks County, Pennsylvania and his vacation house in Maine. I read something about him today, I believe it was his father, who told him to continue to paint the environs of his birthplace. He recognized that the love he had for the place came through the oil paint, on to the canvas. If art is love expressed, then his love was seen through the lines of the faces of his neighbors and the browns and greys he painted on the hills that rolled around from his brush to the world he painted.
Perhaps I should write only about the object of my heart. Perhaps I already do. At least when it is worthwhile.
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