A few weeks ago when we went to gather pumpkins from a patch, I spotted one with a stem and vine that reminded me of a Jamie Wyeth painting, Warm Halloween, 1989. I brought it home as my cherished child, guarding and protecting the creation, so rich with possibility. It is one of those pumpkins that you simply can’t carve. It is so special to look at, like some perfect sculptural piece you could enjoy forever. It came inside this morning so no one will harm it for Halloween. I am the guardian angel of Pumpkin Perfect.
This is Jamie’s painting. He is without question, my favorite contemporary artist. Many of his paintings feature animals and birds and have a mythological, other-worldly quality to them as well as whimsy and delightful humor. I connect with nearly everything that he has painted, and of course he comes from a long line of notable artists, Andrew, his father, and N.C., his grandfather. And he is fairly close in age to me, having been born in 1946.
Almost all are favorites. This one is The Wind, 1999. Such magic and mystique.
A special note: I urge you to check out a new blog by Julia.
She has many gifts to share and she has a cat too!