Gently beautiful,
technically sound,
elegantly emitting a calmness
reserved for designer homes
and waiting rooms.
Born and raised not far from Chadds Ford,
the daughter of an artist myself,
there was no escaping Andrew's soft work
and yet,
I've always preferred N.C.
Prompted by: Mag 204
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| Andrew Wyeth. "The Mill," ca. 1964. |
12 comments:
I also enjoy Jamie's work ... love the personal aspect in your poem.
You made this one personal. I like it! I didn't like the prompt, the last 4 months have been dark and boring-too many black/white ones but I wrote 2 bad poems and not sure what to do yet. I had them done by Monday. You did this the justice I couldn't.
Thanks Helen. Jamie is good too... I guess I just latched on to N.C. :) Thanks for visiting!
Isn't it all about me anyway?! LOL! Thanks Bekkie. The prompts either inspire or they don't (shrug). You'll find your poetic groove and dance again... no worries. ;)
I like the way you brought it home to yourself, especially in regard to a prompt that was so evocative for me.
=)
Paying homage to the artists' is a lovely little touch. Not many consider them at all!
My first childhood love was N.C....those delicious illustrations...
I met Andrew Wyeth several times at Hank's for breakfast and again at the Brandywine Museum. I also visited their farm and Jamie's studio. He was working on the Coal Miner piece at that time. He has great talent but he tries to hard to be different from his father and grandfather. I was there as the guest of my friend Lou Pepp whom with his partner were restoring the old mill and water wheel using no metal just wooden pegs. When it was done they were able to provide their own power for the farm and sell some back to PECO. This happened 50 years ago this spring.
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I didn't know that... (smiling) I guess there is probably a lot I don't know. Thanks for sharing the experience, Uncle Bob. I wonder what other gems are waiting there behind that Minnick eye glint of yours. LOL! Thanks for visiting too... it always warms me to "see" you.
Thanks Sue!
Without the artist there is no art. It's like writers... everyone remembers the characters in the book... the actors in the movie (and maybe the director)... but, without the writer, there are no characters, no story. ;) Thank for visiting Helena.
Such characters... :) Thanks Tess.
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