Been quite a while since I posted. Lots going on personally, which will make their way here soon. I have had a lot on my mind recently and, for whatever reason, have not felt compelled to post here. That is odd in itself as I tend to express myself better through writing. Maybe it will come with time.
I feel like I have been in a state of melencholy for the last four years. I had a strange sort of inspiration today viewing works by Andrew Wyeth. If you know me at all you know that I have a reluctancy to trust my own views about art. I had quite an experience, though, viewing Greenville's Andrew Wyeth collection today.
When I was in middle school I had an art teacher that everyone thought was weird. I, of course, adored her. She introduced me to Andrew Wyeth and I was hooked. When I went to work at an art museum some 20 years later, I immediately was drawn to Wyeth. Now I always find myself intrigued by his work. I've attended several talks now, even those my the illusrious Victoria "Vic" Wyeth, and still feel so drawn to his work. I can't put my finger on why. Maybe it will reveal itself in the next step of my life story?