I loved reading this newspaper article on Andrew Wyeth. When I was in high school I bought a copy of the Helga Pictures.
I studied it. And on one of my moves from point a to b I got rid of it. Andrew died last week at the age of 91. He leaves behind not only his own legacy but that of his children and grandchildren who are also artists. Heredity, environment or a little of both?
In contrast, I went to a Peter Max show last night at the Twist and Shout. Perhaps Max is more like the Warhol "Whore"... There were avid beanie baby collectors purchasing his prints up. Although, as far as I know,--no one is really getting rich off of Beanie Babies... I'm just saying. I'm sure the buyers really just like the Max and everyone likes the man of the hour. And yes, I met him and had him sign a postcard--just for the history of it all.