The poverty my family suffered – is epic!
Capturing Beauty
by Jon Presco
Copyright 2014
Chapter Five ‘Eutrophia’s World
When I beheld Andrew Wyeth’s ‘Christine’s World’ my life and my art changed. I was sixteen when I abandoned my surrealist art style, which was a mistake. I had complete ownership of these other worlds that created a special lens that took me back to the headquarters of the Dadaists. I hung with Salvador Dali since I was thirteen. Now I was stuck in Wyeth’s World, I crawling along with Christine on the October ground with my portable easel trying to render her face, the look in her eyes. I wanted to be in her movie. Was this ‘Movie Art’? Was this Steinbeck Country? Nope, this is Andy’s backyard in Maine.
Christine could have been a California Girl. My best ethereal memories were made as I walked in the golden grass in the many empty lots that made a…
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