Unconquered

Poem: 'Five hundred years, and I'm just learning the land's own name.'

R.I.P. Andrew Wyeth (July 12, 1917 – January 16, 2009)

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  1. Wyeth sure lived to be a ripe age. He’s from your state, isn’t he?
    I recognize that man!

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  2. Yup, southeastern PA. Pretty typically Pennsylvanian in his politics and outlook, too, though most people associated him with the dour New England of so many of his subjects.

    Tom makes a good stand-in for a bearded conquistador, don’t you think? :)

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  3. Bafflingly, his passing has gone largely unreported here. UK cultural imperialism.

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  4. Dave, I wasn’t quite sure what you meant by “pretty typically Pennsylvanian in his politics and outlook,” but it stimulated my curiosity and I looked up Chester County, his home and my backyard, on Wikipedia. I found, among “Other Elected Officials” for that area, the following: Sire Rickenback, Haunter of Trails; Lady Halibut, Pearl Necklace Loving Chest; and Bunny Welsh, Sheriff. Yup. Idiosyncrasy rules.

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  5. I immediately thought of this image when I heard of Wyeth’s passing; thanks for sharing it.

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  6. Dick – Well, it might have something to do with his contested status too, perhaps. He was entirely too popular with the hoi polloi for some critics.

    Peg – Ha! Yes, what I meant by that was “anti-establishment in a cranky and/or conservative manner,” I guess. Our weird German – redneck heritage, part neatness and order, part Whiskey Rebellion.

    Lorianne – Really? Well, glad to oblige, then!

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  7. I always thought she was relearning something essential. So much more hands than anything else.

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  8. Yes, and Wyeth’s hyper-realism and the title of the painting are keys to its power over our imaginations, I think. Christina’s world is one in which every blade of grass is painstakingly given its due.

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