Word: painterly
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...material of the sleeve," N.C. would roar. "Become the arm!" It was classical instruction, demanding empathy with the object. Yet the leonine old illustrator never let his pupils fall for the pathetic fallacy-that empty barrels are lonely. He believed that the painting must find an echo inside the painter-in a sense, Method painting. It was all done with such verve and warmth that, as Sister Carolyn says, "there was nothing arty about it. It was like coasting, like playing outside in the snow...
...White Company. Quite naturally, the dynasty flourished. The eldest, Henriette, a painter in her own right, is 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...
...gathers until there are often 20 at table. Betsy cooks up a storm straight out of the Gourmet Cookbook, and-though she might still chill them-there are vintage French burgundies to add some thunder. A frequent visitor over the years is Brother-in-Law Hurd, a New Mexico painter of Western landscapes, who years ago taught Wyeth how to paint with tempera. Together, though, they are more apt to top each other's tall tales than talk...
This line of investigation makes his New York contemporaries view Wyeth as a country cousin. To Larry Rivers, "He's like someone who writes marvelous sonnets, but I don't read sonnets much." To Jack Levine, he is "a symbol of real, real bedrock Americanismo." Painter Robert Motherwell, formerly an art historian, says: "I would imagine that an impressionist would have looked at the pre-Raphaelites with astonishment, and I feel a parallel astonishment regarding the works of Wyeth." But they all look carefully at what Wyeth does, and agree that there is something uncanny, macabre and mysterious...
...does not first learn his own small world to the last detail, how will he abstract the vibrancy and vitality from it, how will he record the unexpected, the out-of-kilter, the sudden clap of distant thunder? So he has chosen to follow the advice of Poet-Painter William Blake and see a world in a grain of sand...