Last week I wrote (nearly a novel) about the artist N.C. Wyeth. He built his studio a (very) short walk from his house. A tiny little stone pathway up the hill led to a light drenched building, painted all white outside with large Palladian windows to bathe the inside with natural light and a neutral gray color inside so that his paintings remained true to color.
Inside he kept hundred and hundreds of props (this is a great antiquing area, even then). There are dozens of rifles and guns, all without ammunition because the children were allowed to play with anything they set their eye on, an old Indian canoe that is one of the oldest of its kind and now suspended from the ceiling, costumes, magazines, busts, etc., etc.
When N.C. died in 1945 his daughter Carolyn went up to the studio and wrote a note on the palette he had last been using so that it would remain untouched. They kept the painting he had been working on up too on the easel, a landscape with George Washington for the magazine Country Genleman.
Written on the back by his son was: “PROPERTY OF MRS. N. C. WYETH, / LAST PICTURE PAINTED IN CHADDS FORD PA- / BY N. C. WYETH OCT. 19, 1945 / UNFINISHED- / WRITTEN BY Andrew Wyeth.”
I’ll leave the photos to do the talking since I wrote so much last week (post about N.C. Wyeth here) but I do have to mention my favorite part, the paint spatters still covering the ground as if he was just painting there yesterday.