Andrew Wyeth is one helluva Door-Man. Yesterday, I spent quality hours amongst several dozen Wyeth originals on display at the High Museum here in Atlanta in the closing days of his Memory & Magic tour. With mugs, T-shirts, note cards, and the book accompanying the exhibit (by the same name) stacked at every corner like impulse items in the grocery line.
His was a quiet world of muted colors, his work steeped in his own personal symbolism. He liked every day objects in gray and brown, in ochres and somber earth tones. Like an empty pair of fisherman boots limp and worn with a life's story to tell. Or, gauze-like curtains wafting thru an open window then disappearing into thin air. There was a cool blue door deeply scratched by the dog asking to be let out. Thresholds everywhere.
Being so close on the heels of my recent dose of family and life and childhood memories, this exhibit and especially his tempera piece called "Cooling Shed, 1953" helped me to wake up again at the Old Home Place in my little bedroom at the top of the stairs. Project room would be more like it. There I assembled model cars, read books like Darwin's Voyage of the Beagle, played classical records on my windup, typed out unsolicited reports like "Napoleon Bonaparte", and peed out the window occasionally to avoid a dark trek across the house to the appropriate plumbing.
To see "Cooling Shed" click here.
Title: © Stairs. r0040-33
Series: Old Home Place
Location: Brandy Station, Virginia
Date: Thursday 31 May 1984