Andrew Wyeth, Christina’s World (1948)
The woman crawling through the tawny grass was the artist’s neighbor in Maine, who, crippled by polio, “was limited physically but by no means spiritually.” Wyeth further explained, “The challenge to me was to do justice to her extraordinary conquest of a life which most people would consider hopeless.” He recorded the arid landscape, rural house, and shacks with great detail, painting minute blades of grass, individual strands of hair, and nuances of light and shadow. In this style of painting, known as magic realism, everyday scenes are imbued with poetic mystery.
Do not make homes out of people.
This will leave you homesick and sad,
missing arms that cannot hold roofs,
hearts with shaky foundations.
Clem Leek │►│ You’re So Very Far Away
I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes see everything.
Said The Whale │►│The Weight of the Season