Friday, January 16, 2009

Friday January 16, 2009

Filed under: General — m759 @ 1:00 PM
the Picture

“Oftentimes people will like a picture I paint because it’s maybe the sun hitting on the side of a window and they can enjoy it purely for itself,” Wyeth once said. “It reminds them of some afternoon. But for me, behind that picture could be a night of moonlight when I’ve been in some house in Maine, a night of some terrible tension, or I had this strange mood. Maybe it was Halloween. It’s all there, hiding behind the realistic side.”

Andrew Wyeth, who died today

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“In the pictures of the old masters, Max Picard wrote in The World of Silence, people seem as though they had just come out of the opening in a wall… ”

— Annie Dillard in For the Time Being

“And the wall is made of light– that entirely credible yet unreal Vermeer light. Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did.”

— Susanna Kaysen in Girl, Interrupted

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