Wow, I don't know how I haven't seen his paintings before... Andrew Wyeth. His paintings could be mistaken for photographs.
His use of simplicity is so inspiring to me. In the world where we keep adding on to things on a line between stylish and gaughty, the simplicity is so refreshing.
This painting spoke worlds to me even before I knew the story...
A story that was all too familiar in the 30's and 40's, polio. Christina was stricken with this disease and confined to this house in the photo. The painting is a mixture of feelings, truimph, sadness, hopelessness, helplessness...
This makes me think of all the people I have met this last year, what a crazy year it has been.
The definition of disabled is incapable of functioning.
I have heard so many times how people feel sorry for them, these "disabled" people. They feel as if the "disabled" have even a stray hair they have to help them because they can't help themselves... Boy do they have it wrong. They are more abled than most people.
Probably 90% of the people I have met and spoken to have said becoming disabled has made them better people. They are the happiest they have ever been in their lives.
Maybe because they know who they are now? Maybe they realized what is important in life? Maybe they realized life is too damn short to be angry or sad or disappointed about little things?
It makes me wonder if these people are happier than some "normal" people? If so, then in a way these normal people are emotionally disabled. Meaning they can't get past the little things that shouldn't matter as much as they do. They are incapable of functioning any other way.
In a way, we are all disabled...It's how we handle these "disabilities" that shows if we are going to stay truly disabled...