"Christina's World", or: Greg is going to Hell for this post
The painter Andrew Wyeth croaked the other day. I was listening to NPR and they were going through his bio, and they started talking about the painting Christina's World (example above).
Until hearing Wyeth's bio on the radio the other day, I love/hated Christina's World, because I assumed the girl in the painting was just wistful ol' Christina, a romantic and sensitive farm girl dreaming her dreamy little dreams, longing for something more than that old farm house. Ahhh, Christinas's World. We're all a little Christina, yeah?
Well, turns out we aren't. Because I found out from that NPR piece that our Christina is parapalegic who had to drag herself across the farm everyday.
And that's fucked up. That's a crazy fucked up painting. Thank you Andrew Wyeth, you sick bastard.
The title ruin everything! Here's some alternate titles (this the part that sends me to Hell):
Coyotes Have Long Memories
Too Many Bran Muffins
Are You Done Yet, Mr. Wyeth?
Pissed Off at God
Why'd I Put the House So Damn Far From The Road?
posted by Greg Mills at 4:46 PM
5 Comments:
Thanks Greg! Now you wrecked it for me too! (Sheesh people- you'd think she could have come up with some sort of clever rope and pulley system!)
How did Christina get out in the field in the first place? Did someone dump her there? Couldn't they rig up a chair of some sort for her? Or at least a pulley system? Are they really so short handed they need her to do chores far, far from the house? Disturbing, indeed.
Good Blog.
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You know, I think that's a LIE. Because if she was dragging herself, would the grass be all smushed down? REALLY.
I saw sue NPR for putting you in that handbasket in the first place.
And clearly I can't type or spell tonight. Say, saw, whatever.
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