This time of year brings the paintings of Andrew Wyeth to my mind. I enjoy the colors of his work - whether people, landscape, livestock. He captures the essence of the subject well.
|Wisteria - Andrew Wyeth|
|Her Room - Andrew Wyeth|
His windows have intrigued and beguiled me forever. The way in which he pulls the viewer's gaze through the window to settle on heavy, hanging gray clouds, fields gone tawny in a late autumn afternoon, the dusty brownish husk of a tree laid bare by winter. I can imagine curling up on an overstuffed chair, an afghan over my lap and a steaming cup of tea within easy reach and just staring out one of those windows. Maybe some music playing softly in the background (John Barry's "Across the Sea of Time"?). My brain and heart travel past the panes to places I will likely never see in "real" life, but the journey is breathtaking.
|Around the Corner - Andrew Wyeth|
Wyeth's windows do another trick in that they seem to invite me to a type of friendly voyeurism. Nothing unseemly, but I am at once engaged in dreamy speculation about what is on the other side of the partially-shaded window I see from outside. Is there a pleasing domestic scene, lovers embracing, loneliness? And, at times, I am caught by the awareness that, depending on the light Wyeth employs in creating the window I am looking into, all I may see is my own reflection. Intentional or uncalculated, his windows open onto endless stories, unlimited possibilities...looking out or looking in.
|Wind from the Sea - Andrew Wyeth|