My mother wrote to me in a book once to never give up on my dreams, never give up on my art. The book was an Andrew Wyeth art book entitled "The Helga Pictures."
I don't remember at the time what I thought about the book or the art content. I was too young and immature to appreciate still life or even portraits. Now, of course when I look at these paintings I am blown away at their beauty, the brush strokes, the strands of hair, the lighting, it is so magical.
This book is such a cherished item of mine. It is the only art book I ever remember getting from my mom. In the pages scattered through the book she has written many things to me here & there. Occasionally, she underlined text in the book.
I don't know how it is possible to be drawn to such a place so strongly over & over. I could spend the rest of every moment of my life in Maine and never regret it.
The house in Maine, Andrew Wyeth
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