I was shocked to learn that Andrew Wyeth died this morning. I suppose I thought he would live forever and, of course he will through his work.
I grew up in Delaware not far from his Chadds Ford, PA farm. Although, as an art student in the 1970s, I thought of him as out of date and irrelevant, I’ve come to revere him as a master not only of technique but especially of composition.
My sister worked as a personal assistant to his son Jamie’s wife and has met Andrew. She described him as lovable but ornery.
He was an American National Treasure.