Andrew Wyeth’s Public Sale (via The New York Times > Arts > Image >)
If you have been following along for a bit here you will have read mentions of my Grandfather and growing up in rural western New York. This painting immediately takes me back to some of the fondest memories of those days. My Grandfather and I attending wood and farm auctions on Saturday afternoons all over the countryside. He would drive us in his red 70’s Ford pick-up. The smell of the cab, the feel of the bench seats, and the fact that I the only thing I recall him ever actually buying was a pile of lumber, are permanently etched in my memory.
I love this painting.