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Date published: 1/28/2009
As a native of Chadds Ford, Pa., and neighbor of the Wyeth family, I was proud to see that The Free Lance-Star noted Andrew Wyeth's passing, but more so his life ["American painter Andrew Wyeth dies," Jan. 17].
When I see an Andy Wyeth painting, I see home. Daily, I could not get home without crossing the point where his father, N.C. Wyeth, tragically passed. Instead of playing along the Rappahannock, I swam the Brandywine. The first road I easily identify myself with work produced by the Wyeths. Mr. Wyeth always felt that when his paintings were on display, his soul was laid bare, and he was vulnerable. Keeping this in mind, it is quite understandable why he did not want anyone to know Who would understand him? Who could believe that their relationship was purely professional with such soul-bearing paintings? He saw her as a human embodiment of the surrounding landscape. Parents, take note of this: Growing up with the value I hope that the youth of Fredericksburg take similar advantage of the art history that's so rich in this area. Do not overlook the importance of teaching your children about Gari Melchers' work created at Belmont, read Claudia Emerson's beautiful poetry, or attend any of the local events celebrating the arts. "What importance?" you might ask. No matter the form, art helps us find ourselves. Laura Diamantopoulos Spotsylvania
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