It bothers Victoria Wyeth that her grandfather, the legendary American artist Andrew Wyeth, tends to be remembered as a dour, crusty recluse who painted bleak scenes of country life in Maine and Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania. As his only grandchild, she adored him, called him “Andy,” and spent all her childhood summers with him and Grandma Betsy in Cushing, Maine, where she vividly remembers long boat trips to family-owned islands for picnics. This Saturday, an exhibition she has co-curated called “Andrew Wyeth at 100: A Family Remembrance” opens at the Fenimore Art Museum in Cooperstown, New York. “It’s time the world saw the Andy in Andrew Wyeth,” she writes in the show’s catalog.
Ten paintings and 21 drawings by Andrew are on view, along with a painting by his son Jamie (who is Victoria’s uncle), and 20 photographs by Victoria, who is continuing the family’s artistic tradition—in a medium none of them ever used—which goes back to her great-grandfather, N.C. Wyeth. Many more of her photographs will appear in a show called “My Andy,” opening on July 12, the day Andrew would have turned 100, at the Greenville County (South Carolina) Museum of Art.
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