Andrew Wyeth. Winter 1946.
I am not an in-public crybaby, but this painting left me sobbing when I wondered into it during the Andrew Wyeth show at the High Museum of Art in Atlanta. Think of a winter day, rather an afternoon, no snow. The soil and the remnants of the last year’s grass form this frozen yellowish crust. The wind turns your hands rough and red if without gloves. Think of loosing on such an afternoon that, what used to indiscernibly fill you with life every day, and now, wherever you rest your eye, there is just emptiness of withered grass. I, sure, can relate. I think often Andrew Wyeth is under-appreciated because an every day observer does not bother to think and to feel beyond the obvious realism of Wyeth’s works.
Andrew Newell Wyeth Winter 1946, 1946
…almost tumbling down a hill across a strong winter light, with his hand flung wide and a black shadow racing behind him, and bits of snow, and my feeling of being disconnected from everything. It was me, at a loss—that hand drifting in the air was my free soul, groping. Over on the other side of that hill was where my father was killed, and I was sick I’d never painted him. The hill finally became a portrait of him. I spent the whole winter on the painting—it was just the one way I could free this horrible feeling that was in me—and yet there was great excitement. For the first time in my life, I was painting with a real reason to do it.
Andrew Wyeth
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April 5th, 2010 at 23:09
I saw Winter 1946 in a newspaper a year or so ago and it instantly became my favorite painting, and I very much want a print of it, but have been unable to find one. Any help finding such a thing would be appreciated.
Thanks
May 10th, 2010 at 11:12
My favorite painting also. Can’t find a print anywhere-hard to believe. Will let you know if I find one.
April 27th, 2011 at 20:53
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January 23rd, 2012 at 15:03
I had a similar reaction to this painting when I saw at NC Museum of Art. I was wandering around and there it was, so full of sadness. I stared at it for a long time. Only after that did I read the information posted, with notes about the death of his father. Critics can say what they will him, but I didn’t know it was Wyeth (let alone his reputation) didn’t know anything about the painting, and I was deeply affected. That’s the true test for me – before you know anything else about it, how do you honestly react to that piece of art? Thanks so much for posting this!