Andrew Wyeth R.I.P...

I love the dog on the pillow... Where all good dogs belong...

I have always had a fond spot in my heart for Andrew Wyeth's work. I love the feelings expressed and the independence of his landscapes.

I do not, however, have any of his work on my walls because of, oddly enough, his palate. The agelessness of his images draws me to his work, yet I want more color. I find this strange... but, to quote Winona Ryder in Beetlejuice "that's because I myself AM strange and unusual".




This has that 'road away from here' feel to it. Again, if I lived in as dreary a landscape, I'd be gone long before this painting was even a thought! Come to think of it, I feel the same way about where I live right now!

So, I was sorry to hear of his death, but happy that he had a long and apparently happy life.

You couldn't tell by some of his work, tho ...


This image always haunts me. I learned the truth behind it only today, and it gave an entirely different meaning than the one I invented. Funny how things aren't what you think they are... or are more than you think they are... or are..

Oh the heck with it..

Good life, Andrew.. Good life...