![]() ![]() ![]() If there’s a season synonymous with Wyeth’s palette of muted grays and browns, it’s late fall. Wyeth the man was “wonderful, kind and even a little silly,” and enjoyed having friends over to the country home he shared with his wife, Betsy-just not his studio. But stories I’d heard over the years from my stepfather Peter Sculthorpe, an established painter who’d befriended Wyeth in the early 1970s when the prolific watercolorist attended his earliest shows at Chadds Ford Gallery, revealed a warmer spirit. This sign hanging on Andrew Wyeth’s studio door is a first glimpse into who he was as an artist-private, reclusive, not wanting to be watched. Courtesy of the Wyeth Study Center A deep fascination with artists’ studios-cluttered spaces scattered with tools, bits of creative inspiration and organized chaos-leads me to tour the workspaces of two renowned painters with roots in the Brandywine Valley. ![]()
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