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...with a Cadillac engine and custom-fitted luggage, polished like an immense eggplant. Frank Sinatra has one, Elvis Presley owns two; but this model, an engraved plate on the dashboard attests, was fabricated in Turin for Andrew Wyeth. "People expect me to get around in an oxcart," says the painter. "But this thing's pretty useful. I can drive it into the fields when the weather's cold, turn on the heater, and sit on the roof to do a watercolor with my legs hanging inside...
...American painter coated with a more adhesive legend: the salty country boy who never went to school and picked it all up in his father's studio; the brusque down-Easter with a Huck Finn smile who never went for that French art stuff and never once moved out of America. The weathered faces of Wyeth's favorite subjects -Christina Olson, Karl Kuerner or Ralph Cline, the veteran patriot with a skull like a parchment-covered round shot-have become nearly as familiar as Charlie Brown or Donald Duck. They are seen as icons of survival and indomitability...
...images are not direct transcriptions of what he sees, unedited slices of life. There is always a great deal of compression, suppression and choice-sometimes, it is true, bending to sentimentality but in his best work at the service of an elusive poetry of mood. The painter would like to be invisible, to have his subjects treat him as if he were not there. "You see, I'm a secretive bastard. I wish I could paint without me existing, that just my hands were there." This is theater as concealment, rather than display-the obverse of N.C. Wyeth...
...music consisted of 100 firemen in 100 red shirts with 100 sledgehammers hammering all their might on a hundred anvils and artillery," wrote Painter Thomas Eakins to his sister Fanny about the Boston Jubilee in the summer of 1869. The letter, one of 20 recently given to the Archives of American Art, a part of the Smithsonian complex in Washington, D.C., went on to observe that "Bostonians have music on the brain." Added the proper Philadelphian: "God forbid they should get art there, or they will get some hundred firemen to copy a Jerome or Meissonier a thousand times bigger...
...alone threaten him with breakdown. He and the people he encounters are scarcely less abstract than their settings, juiceless and lifeless. Going to a Tati movie for laughs is about as practical as going to an exhibition of Mondrian paintings with the same goal in mind, though the painter may actually excel the actor in terms of motion and emotion. · Richard Schickel