“I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future, the timelessness of the rocks and the hills, all the people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape, the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.
I think anything like that, which is contemplative, silent, shows a person alone, people always feel is sad. Is it because we’ve lost the art of being alone?”
Andrew Wyeth (1917-2009)
