We’ve had quite a few requests for Andrew Wyeth’s work, most recently by someone who was enthusiastic enough to track down who I needed to contact about licensing it. I emailed and got a quick (and admittedly, courteous) response that they don’t license the work except for “art historical books and limited posters”. If I were 8 years old, I would wonder why some of these people are so stuck up, but I’m supposed to be more mature than that.
I am not deeply grieved, in reality, because I am not Andrew Wyeth’s biggest fan. Of course his work is very good, technically, but the colors are not to my taste, and the subject matter doesn’t move me (except for “Christina’s World”, which creeps me out — what sicko left that poor woman way out in the field dragging herself back to the house?).
My father was a big Wyeth fan, and I have been dragged to the Brandywine River Museum, which has a lot of assorted Wyeths, way more than I deserve. My dad was a big museum-goer in general, and it was always something of an ordeal, because there was no such thing as leaving before we had seen everything. That’s more fun some places than others, but it’s always exhausting. I’ve seen everything at the Franklin Institute (but don’t remember anything except the Foucault pendulum). I’ve seen everything at the Franklin Mint, where they have a gallery with every commemorative coin and little model car that they’ve ever made. Maybe, on all those occasions, he was tired too, and was waiting for me to say I was ready to go. I never sensed that but it is theoretically possible. When “Tora! Tora! Tora!” was in the theaters (yes, a LONG time ago) he wanted to go and I said fine. We saw it, and then the next movie was going to be “Herbie the Mixed-Up Volkswagen” or some title like that. He asked if I wanted to stay and see it and we did one of these “do you?” back-and-forth things and ended up staying. In retrospect, I am pretty sure that he didn’t want to see it, but at the time I couldn’t tell, and didn’t want to say I didn’t want to see it in case he did.
Anyway, fair or unfair, that’s one more thing I hold against Andrew Wyeth (the museum trips, not the movie. The movie is Walt Disney’s fault.)