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...loves clowning: one Halloween he festooned his tall gaunt frame with animal hair stuck on with flour paste, and roamed Chadds Ford like a bundle of Hydes. When he dresses up for company, he dons a black Amish-elder's jacket that makes him look like Nehru in mourning...
Andrew Wyeth of Chadds Ford, Pa. (pop. 140), and Cushing, Me. (pop. 130), stands high and apart from the mainstream of American art. Manhattan-centered abstract expressionism has in the past two decades given a multitude of new answers to the central questions: What is painting? What is art? What is form? Wyeth is no heroic rearguard defender against that trend. But, in a tradition going back to Rembrandt and to the roots of art, he insists on exploring something else: the condition of nature and the depth of the human spirit...
...raft of relatives in the family trade. The Wyeth dynasty was founded when Newell Converse Wyeth went in 1903 from Massachusetts to Wilmington, Del., to study painting with the scholarly illustrator Howard Pyle. Often Pyle and his favorite pupil would journey the twelve miles out of Wilmington to Chadds Ford to paint along the banks of the Brandywine near the old gristmill. Within three years, N.C. had married, and soon after put down roots in the Pennsylvania hills...
...married to Painter Hurd. Most eccentric of the children is Carolyn, now 54, who gallivants about in a flat black Gaucho hat, paints and teaches art classes. Sister Ann, 48, turned to music, but married one of N.C.'s students, John McCoy, and stayed on in Chadds Ford. Brother Nathaniel, 52, "drew neat little pictures inside little squares," married a niece of Howard Pyle, and quite naturally became a creative engineer in research for Du Pont in nearby Wilmington...
...bouncy benjamin of N.C.'s children, Andy enjoyed a special freedom from responsibility. Two weeks in the first grade of the Chadds Ford school made Andy "nervous," so his father generously took him out and supplied a tutor until he was 16. He grew up like Peter Pan, a prisoner of fantasy. "As a kid," he says, "I adored Robin Hood, D'Artagnan, and"-he adds innocently-"Dracula." N.C. designed an immense castle, which his eldest son, Nat, built for the children's playroom. Andy became its lord and staged jousts within its battlements...