WHEN I PAINTED
It was a Tuesday, pretty sure, as I remember.
he said he'd just finished 'Christina's World,'
which I never much cared for. It surprised me
later, when I found out about her - she was
lame, all her life. Just getting outside, for her,
was a big deal. Andrew Wyeth had taken her
outside, plopped her down in that dress on the
large expanse of inclined lawn, and her pose,
and her look back at the house and all, that
was natural stuff. Hardly surprised in any
way, she sat there transfixed, caught up in
some weird earthly moment. It all came
through, and once I knew all that I looked
at the painting differently. It said more
than it ever had before.