From left: “Maga’s Daughter,” 1966, tempera; “Snow Hill,” 1989, tempera
But the National Gallery, in spite of doubts by some of the staff, held firm. “Along with Hopper, he’s one of the two greatest American realists in the 20th century,’’ said John Wilmerding, then deputy director of the gallery. “I think these paintings are among the most powerful images of the human figure in the history of 20th-century American painting.’’
Today the art world is slowly coming around to Wilmerding’s point of view. Thirty years after the “Helga” exhibit—arguably both the highest and lowest points of Wyeth’s long career—and on the 100th anniversary of his birth, Andrew Wyeth’s reputational stock could not be higher.
“No artist of Wyeth’s fame ever suffered the amount of abuse that he did,” says Dr. David Cateforis, chairman of the art department at the University of Kansas and editor of the 2016 book “Revisiting Andrew Wyeth.” “I think he took strength in being an outsider to the critical establishment.” Is Wyeth emerging from the critical wilderness? “I think we’ve already moved beyond that,” Cateforis says. “Perhaps we should use your word: Wyeth has been ‘rehabilitated.’”
The life of Andrew Newell Wyeth has been well documented, with dozens of books and museum catalogs written about him over a span of decades. The arc of his creative career is astounding—he painted from his teens in the 1920s until shortly before his death at 92 in 2009.
Born on July 12, 1917, in Chadds Ford, he grew up in a hotbed of creative activity. It was the Golden Age of Illustration, and his father, N.C. Wyeth, was the king of the castle, having inherited the mantle from Wilmington native Howard Pyle. Along with Frank Schoonover, the trio illustrated covers and articles in the magazines of the era, as well as adventure books such as “Robinson Crusoe” and “Treasure Island.”
Andrew was the youngest of N.C.’s children. Andrew’s two older sisters—Henriette, who married painter Peter Hurd, and Carolyn—became prominent painters. Some biographers have noted that, unintentionally, Andrew’s fame obscured the talents of his sisters, while others argue that, since women artists are often ignored in American society, they would have been forgotten had it not been for Andrew. Another sister, Ann, opted for a career in music, becoming a composer, while the sole brother, Nathaniel, or Nate, became an inventor who worked for DuPont. Much of N.C.’s instruction was directed to the girls, though young Andy hung constantly about N.C.’s studios along the Brandywine and at their summer home in Maine.
“Lobsterman,” 1937, watercolor
Andrew was adventurous in this rural environment, but also frail, so the decision was made to school him at home. He later complained that, though his father supported his talent and taught him drawing at an early age, their relationship was stifling. N.C. seemed to want Andrew to be an expansion of his own talent.
Andrew’s first medium was watercolor, executed in the style of Winslow Homer, and his first showing of them was at the Philadelphia Art Alliance in 1936. The following year, the 20-year-old Wyeth had his first one-man show in New York—and every painting sold within the first two days. It was the beginning of a long, never-faltering love affair that both casual viewers and collectors have had with Wyeth.
After the show, N.C. was effusive in his praise of his son. He was less thrilled when young Wyeth decided to paint with egg tempera, a medium used instead of oils by the Old Masters. Andrew’s subject matter also further deepened the divide between father and son. N.C. created bold action heroes, whereas Andrew’s paintings were often without people.
Andrew met a kindred spirit in 1939, 17-year-old Betsy James, and they married in 1940. It was a fortuitous union. Betsy, a spirited and intelligent woman, encouraged Andrew’s independence from his father and helped steer him away from the field of illustration. Over time, she became his rock and his business manager. The accidental death of N.C. in 1945 launched feelings of both sadness and emotional relief in the 28-year-old Wyeth, and it was reflected in his paintings, which were already strong in visual metaphors.
Wyeth’s breakthrough came three years later in 1948 when he painted Christina Olson, a polio-stricken neighbor of young Betsy. In one image, Olson is seen from behind crawling across a field toward her derelict house at the top of a hillock. Though Wyeth thought the painting was a failure, the director of the new Museum of Modern Art purchased it for $1,800 when it went on exhibit in New York. In a pantheon filled with works of the famous masters of modern abstract art, “Christina’s World” has become perhaps MoMA’s most viewed painting, an icon of American art.
“Two Figures in a Dory,” 1937, watercolor
The next few years flashed by like a newsreel of the era, as Wyeth became wildly popular. In the early 1950s, the painter Elaine de Kooning, herself associated with New York modernists and wife of Willem de Kooning, wrote admiringly that Wyeth was a “master of the magic-realist technique” and that his paintings were as “haunting as a train whistle in the night.” Kathleen Foster, head curator of the Philadelphia Art Museum, agrees that, though Wyeth painted in a realistic manner, his was not photographic realism. “Wyeth was always a modernist,” Foster says, “with a thread of surrealism and fantasy running through his work.”
Appreciation of Wyeth’s work was widespread. Winston Churchill became a fan. Harvard gave Wyeth an honorary degree in 1955. In 1963, he made the cover of Time. Crowds flocked to a traveling exhibit—Wyeth’s magical mystery tour—that crossed the country in 1966 and 1967. He even painted commissioned portraits—a category he largely steered away from—for Eisenhower and Nixon.
Then the bottom fell out, as art critics and scholars built their own aesthetic wall between rising modernists, such as de Kooning, Mark Rothko, Jasper Johns and Ellsworth Kelley, on the right side, and Andrew Wyeth, by himself, on the wrong side. In many ways, it reflected the political polarization of the country during the anti-war and civil rights era of the late 1960s and early 1970s. The critical hostility to Wyeth’s work was like a sanction, the only weapon the art establishment had to combat Wyeth’s huge popularity and financial success.
Frank Fowler started selling Wyeth’s paintings during the late 1960s and later became his agent. “The critics seemed to feel that urban abstract art was the only art that mattered,” Fowler recalls. “Andy was also viewed as being too politically conservative.” Elliott Bostwick Davis, curator for Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts’ American collection, agrees. “The critics were all pushing abstraction, and their language toward Wyeth was visceral and damaging. There was no middle ground for them: ‘You are either for us or against us.’” It was therefore no surprise that the first exhibition in 1965 of Jamie Wyeth, the teenage son of Andrew and Betsy, was harshly reviewed by The New York Times and other critics.
“Public Sale,” 1943, tempera
Davis, who curated a Jamie Wyeth retrospective in 2014, says that, for young scholars during the 1970s and 1980s, saying something positive about the Wyeths could be “a career killer.” When the Met committed to an Andrew Wyeth retrospective in 1976, “Henry Geldzahler, their curator, refused to install it, so Thomas Hoving [the museum’s director] did it.” Hoving left soon after to start his own art consultancy. “To many people, Wyeth seemed too easy, too accessible,” Cateforis says.
To the critics, Wyeth’s success was an ever-visible irritation. At a time when the abstractionists were just getting a foothold in the public’s consciousness, Wyeth was staring at them from the cover of Time. When the 50th anniversary of the Armory Show, the 1913 manifesto of modernism, was being observed in 1963, Wyeth’s paintings were selling at prices unprecedented for a living American artist. Though most painters did not get involved in the critical brouhaha, Rothko, who died in 1970, was barbed in his discussion of Wyeth’s works as related to those of Edward Hopper, to whom Wyeth is sometimes compared. “Wyeth is about the pursuit of strangeness,” Rothko wrote, “but he is not whole, as Hopper is whole.”
After about two decades of abstraction’s eminence, some cracks started to appear in the critical wall. “The postmodern narrative that blossomed in the 1980s partially dismantled the narrative of modernism,” says Cateforis. “Postmodernism made room for Wyeth.” But before any serious reevaluation could take place, “Helga” appeared in 1987—adding fresh fuel to the critics’ fire.
“‘Helga’ was a setback at a time when realism was beginning to start a comeback,” says Foster, who helped mount the PMA’s 2006 exhibition “Andrew Wyeth: Memory and Magic.” “There were the accusations that it was staged for publicity, and Andrew Wyeth dealt himself some damage. The subject matter of the exhibit became the center of attention.” As a result, “we had some Helga paintings (in the 2006 showing), but we didn’t have a whole room dedicated to them,” Foster says
That exhibit, three years before Wyeth’s death but while he was still quite active, was perhaps the first step in the critical turnaround. Wyeth’s death in 2009 further served as an opportunity for journalists and scholars to reexamine the Wyeth narrative. “Artists get a fairer appraisal after they die,” Davis points out.
In 2014, a second National Gallery exhibit, far less sensational in subject matter than “Helga,” continued the reexamination of Wyeth’s legacy. “Andrew Wyeth: Looking Out, Looking In” featured Wyeth’s 1947 painting “Wind from the Sea.” On its website, the National Gallery notes, “It is now apparent that Wyeth was, in fact, an artist as concerned with formal abstraction and existential darkness as were his contemporaries. He was a multifaceted artist who employed abstract pictorial devices—including the window grid—to help distill compositions to their core emotion.”
“Evening at Kuerners,” 1970, drybrush watercolor
Wyeth’s harshest critics were dying or already dead, and the younger generation had no emotional investment in making abstractionism succeed; they grew up with it. Cateforis’ book, with its essays looking at Wyeth from many vantage points, also helped lay a foundation for a new round of Wyeth scholarship, one directed solely at his art.
“Unique” is an overused word, but Wyeth was unique, both adored and hated because he was an outlier. Ask any art scholar who among Wyeth’s contemporaries was similar in subject matter and style. “He doesn’t really fit any category,” says William Haydock, head of American art for the auction house Christie’s.
Perhaps Edward Hopper, 25 years Wyeth’s senior, though their careers overlapped, comes closest. Foster muses that a showing of Wyeth and Hopper “would be an interesting pairing. They share the same themes of isolation, decay and alienation, a certain surrealism and a cold eye.”
Historical comparisons have also been made. Wyeth’s early watercolors have always been linked to Winslow Homer, whose works Wyeth admired. The late George “Frolic” Weymouth, founder of the Brandywine Conservancy and the Brandywine River Museum of Art, looks back even further. A longtime friend of Wyeth, a fellow artist and, until he died last year, a passionate defender of the faith, Weymouth noted in an interview a few years ago the parallels between Wyeth’s works and those of 16th-century masters Hans Holbein and Albrecht Durer.
Any overall evaluation of Wyeth has to be made with a mental asterisk. Though some elements of his style remained constant over the 70 years of his professional career, other things changed, as they would for any artist who worked for so long.
“We break Wyeth’s works into four general periods,” says Thomas Padon, director of the Brandywine River Museum, which has mounted a Wyeth centenary exhibit on view now. “The years of the 1930s through 1949 were marked by vibrant watercolors, 1950 through 1967 was the time of the Kuerners of Chadds Ford and the Olsons of Maine, 1968 through 1989 were the Helga years, and then there were the later works.”
The one thing that has remained consistent through the years has been Wyeth’s popularity, both with serious collectors and casual admirers. “Prices were stationary for a while after the crash of 2008,” Fowler says, but notes the pause was caused by the financial crisis, not by second thoughts about Wyeth. Christie’s Haydock relates that prices fetched for Wyeth’s tempera paintings have always remained strong, “but watercolors at the moment are a bit of a challenge. There are lots of them available, and collectors are very choosy.”
The record price for a Wyeth painting is $10.3 million for “Ericksons,” a 1973 tempera auctioned by Christie’s in 2007, followed by “Above the Narrows,” which fetched $6.9 million in 2009. If it were to be sold, “Christina’s World” should dwarf both prices. “We sell about three to four temperas at most during a year,” Haydock says, “and 40 to 50 watercolors.” Many are from private sales conducted by the auction house.
“ANNA CHRISTINA,” 1967, TEMPERA
There are a handful of museums rich in the works of Wyeth that have for decades contributed to Wyeth’s popularity, serving as meccas for the devoted, who often arrive in fleets of tour buses. The Farnsworth Art Museum in Maine is one. The Greenville County Museum of Art in South Carolina is another. But it is the Brandywine River Museum, about a mile south of Wyeth’s Chadds Ford studio, that is home to the family collection. It is fitting that it is mounting the centenary show, “Andrew Wyeth: In Retrospect.”
The show features about 52 paintings and 46 works on paper—watercolors and pencil drawings—that have been culled from the museum’s collection, the Wyeth family trove, and from private collections and museums across the country.
“We see the exhibit as an opportunity to bring fresh scholarship to Wyeth, as an opportunity to immerse those who have always loved Wyeth and as an introduction to a new generation,” Padon says.
But, in some ways, all this presents perhaps a too-neat summation for an artist who was never the sentimentalist that critics characterized him as being, as one whose themes, in Foster’s words, were “isolation, decay and alienation.” In spite of the current turnaround in critical opinion, Cateforis reaches for a metaphor that seems especially apt for Wyeth.
He smiles. “Perhaps,” he says, “Andrew Wyeth is still not completely out of the woods.”
“Andrew Wyeth: In Retrospect” is on view at the Brandywine River Museum of Art until Sept. 17.