Andrew Wyeth
Andrew Wyeth died on Friday at the age of 91.
For all of us who grew up in the Brandywine Valley, and carry its magic in our hearts long after we physically left, we should feel so fortunate as to have had Wyeth to record on canvas the beauty of this region, in all of its subtleness and (as he showed) melancholy as autumn and winter cover it up.
I think that some of the first thoughts I ever tried to record on paper were a (miserable) attempt to get across how magical this landscape is (was? A lot has changed in twenty-five years). I am still trying, all these years later.
So it is good to know that when I go home to visit, I don't have to worry about bungled attempts to distill my feelings about the Brandywine and its environs. I can just go to Chadds Ford, instead, and look, and look...and look.
From all of us who love the place (including yours truly, who is a 4th cousin 6 times removed to your dad's illustrious teacher) --- thank you, Andrew Wyeth.
