Andrew Wyeth. Christina Olson. 1947. Curtis Galleries, Minneapolis. 2012 Andrew Wyeth
Sharing with imaginarygarden The Tuesday Platform Imagined By Kerry O’Connor
This, this is my world.
You see brown grass. Grey walls.
Limitations. You may even
pity me. Don’t. I travel farther
than you ever will. I see things you
can only image. I hear the wisdom
of free blowing breeze, the comfort
of wide open spaces. A bottomless
sky compels me to look up, a billion stars
plead with me to look within, black clouds
remind me of the refreshing after the rain.
And, home, home, my castle on the rise
from where I preside, queen of my destiny
soaring on invisible wings of wonder.
Challenging life on my own terms.
What more does a human need?
1. There Was a real Christina. (more info here(MentalFloss)
The 31-year-old Wyeth modeled the painting’s frail-looking brunette after his neighbor in South Cushing, Maine. Anna Christina Olson suffered from a degenerative muscular disorder that prevented her from walking. Rather than using a wheelchair, Olson crawled around her home and the surrounding grounds, as seen in Christina’s World.
I love the positiveness of the image, and it’s so interesting to understand the background of the painting (one of the most well-known paintings that I know)… I’m happy for her that her world is not fenced in limitations but one where she feel safe in a sense.
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Yes, it open the painting up to me to find out the background story
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There’s nothing like remote country for star gazing. I can see how it might be easier to find oneself in the quiet.
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I like how you broke through from confinement to freedom. So much limitlessness in open space. We make of it what we will but things do tend to look better in pictures than they were in real life.
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A bottomless
sky compels me to look up…
I love the opposition in these two lines, not to take away from the whole poem which is written with a rare eye for detail.
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Thank you, Kerry. I love that you pointed that out.
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Nice. I have a thing for Andrew Wyeth. Those lines Kerry pointed out are really special.
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Thanks
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Anytime a poet repeats a word in succession, I marvel at it! I love this, this and home, home.
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Thanks
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A wonderful poem, even without knowing the story behind it. That story is wonderful too.
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This so reminds me of the saying — happiness isn’t getting what you want, it’s wanting what you have. Amen.
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Debbie, I liked reading this as it builds up hope. The life and hope of a shut in are often not within our realm of appreciation. Last week I tried to show some of the life and adaptation of a confined existence. Best I could I used some of what I could remember from when Adi, my beagle dog, and I were visiting in assisted living and Alzheimer’s residences helping to set the mood.
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