Greg can also be read at the Bastard of A and C.

The painter Andrew Wyeth croaked the other day. I was listening to NPR and they were going through his bio, and they started talking about the painting Christina's World (example above).

Until hearing Wyeth's bio on the radio the other day, I love/hated Christina's World, because I assumed the girl in the painting was just wistful ol' Christina, a romantic and sensitive farm girl dreaming her dreamy little dreams, longing for something more than that old farm house. Ahhh, Christinas's World. We're all a little Christina, yeah?

Well, turns out we aren't. Because I found out from that NPR piece that our Christina is parapalegic who had to drag herself across the farm everyday.

And that's fucked up. That's a crazy fucked up painting. Thank you Andrew Wyeth, you sick bastard.

The title ruin everything! Here's some alternate titles (this the part that sends me to Hell):

Coyotes Have Long Memories

Too Many Bran Muffins

Are You Done Yet, Mr. Wyeth?

Pissed Off at God

Why'd I Put the House So Damn Far From The Road?

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