What Secrets Lurk in Andrew Wyeth’s Studio?
When painter Andrew Wyeth passed away in 2009, the reclusive painter took many of the secrets behind his art to the grave. When I heard that the Brandywine River Museum had opened up The Andrew Wyeth Studio, where both the art and the legends happened, I wondered just how many secrets would be revealed and how many would lurk in the shadows, still hiding somewhere and somehow. Wyeth worked hard for his cherished privacy during his lifetime, so entering his domain even after his death feels like an intrusion. But if an artist’s studio is a window into his soul, then a walk through Andrew Wyeth’s tour is a journey into the darkest and brightest depths of his art.
The building that would become Wyeth’s studio began as a schoolhouse in 1875 and served in that capacity until the 1920s. Wyeth’s father, the artist N.C. Wyeth, purchased the building for his newly married son and daughter-in-law to live and work in. Restorers returned the kitchen area to its circa 1950s glory with vintage furniture and appliances to give you a sense of what it was like for the young couple and their two boys—Nicholas and Jamie, who carried on the family tradition in becoming an artist himself. A slide show of black and white photos from family Christmas pasts set in the larger family room makes you feel like you’re sharing the holidays with them. The Wyeths moved to a bigger home in the early 1960s, but Wyeth continued to use the building as his studio until his death—nearly seven decades of creativity in one spot.
You enter the building through a door still marked with signs dissuading visitors from asking for autographs and warning about a dog. That warning soon gives way to a welcoming hall filled with pictures of Wyeth’s family, friends, and models (three categories that usually overlapped). A montage of photos of cowboy-hat-wearing Peter Hurd, Wyeth’s brother-in-law and the man credited with teaching him tempera painting, graces one wall. Photos of famous Wyeth models such as Walt Anderson, Ralph Kline, and even Andy’s dog Rattler cover another wall. On the two narrower walls at either end of the hall a series of photographs of Andy laughing with the young Siri Erickson (who would embody young female beauty in a series of portraits) faces a framed print of a detail from Botticelli’s Primavera showing the garlanded young woman (a motif Wyeth would copy for his portrait of long-time model and assistant Helga Testorf
Titled Crown of Flowers).
A short walk down another photo-covered hallway leads to the library, where the skeleton from Dr. Syn greets you with the macabre, Halloween humor Andy enjoyed immensely. Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to touch the books that line the shelves, but I wished intensely to pull down a volume and see what pages were flecked with paint as clues to which images inspired Andy enough for him to keep open while working. The obvious heroes appear (Durer, Bruegel, Winslow Homer, Thomas Eakins, and Rockwell Kent), but more unusual, intriguing names such as Salvador Dali, Pisanello, and Giovanni Segantini (whom N.C. Wyeth idolized) appeared on the silent book spines, making me hope that scholars will someday be allowed to crack those books open, as well as those in the other libraries scattered among Andy’s homes and offices. Near the floor, beneath the books, you find old film canisters marked in Wyeth’s own distinctive way of printing tell you they once contained the exploits of Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., Errol Flynn, and other gallants in Captain Blood, Wings, and Santa Fe Trail.
Wyeth the film buff never tired of showing King Vidor’s The Big Parade to friends and family. A vintage projector set up in the family room in front of a movie screen provides the illusion that Andy will pop out from behind the furniture and dim the lights for another screening. Fencing foils and masks Wyeth used for his favorite sport line the windowsills. Military costumes and weapons from his collection hang from a Dutch colonial wardrobe and other furniture, many of which appeared in Wyeth’s paintings (which the museum has helpfully reproduced in prints to jog the memory). Glass cases contain just a fraction of Andy’s immense collection of toy soldiers recasting conflicts throughout history. Next to those cases stands the door to the studio itself, the sanctum sanctorum only those invited by Andy himself could enter—until now.
The painting area itself is roped off, but you can clearly see the artful disarray of the Wyeth mind at work. On your left sit the jars of dry pigment and a (prop) box of eggs Wyeth would mix to create his tempera paints (shown above). A bird’s feather mingles with the brushes as a characteristic touch of Wyeth’s love of art and nature intertwined. Photos of Andy’s triumvirate of artistic heroes—his father, Howard Pyle, and Peter Hurd—hang on the wall between the light-bearing windows. Photos of Andy’s wife Betsy remain tacked to the back wall of the studio, near a mirror Wyeth would use to view paintings from a different perspective. Look down on the floor, however, and you see little of the famous splatter that the “wild painter” Wyeth famously left in his wake. Look up at the ceiling and you wonder if the ceiling will fall on you. (Fortunately, the conservators structurally restored the partially falling building before allowing tours to enter.) It’s a mix of Wyeth at his wildest and most dangerous but, alas, at times his most sanitized.
The museum reserved a corner of the big family room for Jamie’s work, where the artist himself restaged how he worked on his portrait of the late President Kennedy, sometimes with cotton in his ears to drown out the classical music his father would blast through the rooms as he worked. This sense of a family affair gives warmth to the art itself, which is already full of warmth and humanity. And, yet, even this staging, this revelation that Andy wasn’t the lone wolf of legend, makes you wish for more information about the ghostly, despite still living presence of Helga Testorf—the (in)famous subject of The Helga Painings and Wyeth’s assistant until the end. As a 1988 painting in the Brandywine River Museum’s accompanying exhibition A Painter's View: The Andrew Wyeth Studio (a collection of works about the studio or the surrounding grounds on view through October 28, 2012) titled simply Helga Painting documents, Helga herself painted beside Andy. Where are those paintings? Will we ever see them? What secrets, if any, do they hold from the last quarter century of this major American artist’s life?
For every revelation made by The Andrew Wyeth Studio (which will conduct tours Tuesday through Sunday through November 18, 2012, and then reopen in the spring), several more questions emerge as you walk through the rooms. A masterfully rendered drawing of a leaf on the wall beside the fireplace in the great room inevitably leads to questions of who did it and why. What’s the story behind such a tiny detail? We may never know, which is the frustrating and fascinating reality of both Wyeth’s art and, now, his open studio. Even if you also tour the N.C. Wyeth House and Studio and the Kuerner Farm, two other sites so prominent in Andrew Wyeth’s art and personal history, you’ll only scratch the surface of this artist who more than any other American artist linked his work to a specific place and the people who lived there. For anyone who visits The Andrew Wyeth Studio looking for answers, be prepared to walk away with more questions.
[Image: Table covered with paints and brushes inside The Andrew Wyeth Studio. Photo courtesy of David Livewell. Copyright David Livewell.]
[Many thanks to the Brandywine River Museum for providing me and a colleague with press passes to view The Andrew Wyeth Studio, tours of which are held Tuesday through Sunday through November 18, 2012. The accompanying exhibition A Painter's View: The Andrew Wyeth Studio is on view through October 28, 2012. Many thanks, too, to David Livewell for his photography and invaluable insights on the Wyeths.]
[Please note that I will be posting on the Christian Sanderson Museum, home to many works by the Wyeths as well as an idiosyncratic, yet unforgettable collection of Americana.]
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- Researchers at the Yale School of Medicine successfully restored some functions to pig brains that had been dead for hours.
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What's dead may never die, it seems
The researchers did not hail from House Greyjoy — "What is dead may never die" — but came largely from the Yale School of Medicine. They connected 32 pig brains to a system called BrainEx. BrainEx is an artificial perfusion system — that is, a system that takes over the functions normally regulated by the organ. The pigs had been killed four hours earlier at a U.S. Department of Agriculture slaughterhouse; their brains completely removed from the skulls.
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The researchers have managed to keep some brains alive for up to 36 hours, and currently do not know if BrainEx can have sustained the brains longer. "It is conceivable we are just preventing the inevitable, and the brain won't be able to recover," said Nenad Sestan, Yale neuroscientist and the lead researcher.
As a control, other brains received either a fake solution or no solution at all. None revived brain activity and deteriorated as normal.
The researchers hope the technology can enhance our ability to study the brain and its cellular functions. One of the main avenues of such studies would be brain disorders and diseases. This could point the way to developing new of treatments for the likes of brain injuries, Alzheimer's, Huntington's, and neurodegenerative conditions.
"This is an extraordinary and very promising breakthrough for neuroscience. It immediately offers a much better model for studying the human brain, which is extraordinarily important, given the vast amount of human suffering from diseases of the mind [and] brain," Nita Farahany, the bioethicists at the Duke University School of Law who wrote the study's commentary, told National Geographic.
An ethical gray matter
Before anyone gets an Island of Dr. Moreau vibe, it's worth noting that the brains did not approach neural activity anywhere near consciousness.
The BrainEx solution contained chemicals that prevented neurons from firing. To be extra cautious, the researchers also monitored the brains for any such activity and were prepared to administer an anesthetic should they have seen signs of consciousness.
Even so, the research signals a massive debate to come regarding medical ethics and our definition of death.
Most countries define death, clinically speaking, as the irreversible loss of brain or circulatory function. This definition was already at odds with some folk- and value-centric understandings, but where do we go if it becomes possible to reverse clinical death with artificial perfusion?
"This is wild," Jonathan Moreno, a bioethicist at the University of Pennsylvania, told the New York Times. "If ever there was an issue that merited big public deliberation on the ethics of science and medicine, this is one."
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The system is already controversial because it raises concerns about what caused the patient's death. But what happens when brain death becomes readily reversible? Stuart Younger, a bioethicist at Case Western Reserve University, told Nature that if BrainEx were to become widely available, it could shrink the pool of eligible donors.
"There's a potential conflict here between the interests of potential donors — who might not even be donors — and people who are waiting for organs," he said.
It will be a while before such experiments go anywhere near human subjects. A more immediate ethical question relates to how such experiments harm animal subjects.
Ethical review boards evaluate research protocols and can reject any that causes undue pain, suffering, or distress. Since dead animals feel no pain, suffer no trauma, they are typically approved as subjects. But how do such boards make a judgement regarding the suffering of a "cellularly active" brain? The distress of a partially alive brain?
The dilemma is unprecedented.
Setting new boundaries
Another science fiction story that comes to mind when discussing this story is, of course, Frankenstein. As Farahany told National Geographic: "It is definitely has [sic] a good science-fiction element to it, and it is restoring cellular function where we previously thought impossible. But to have Frankenstein, you need some degree of consciousness, some 'there' there. [The researchers] did not recover any form of consciousness in this study, and it is still unclear if we ever could. But we are one step closer to that possibility."
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