I enjoyed Green Tomatoes very much, although I saw the movie, didn’t read the book, but I have a book of Andrew Wyeth’s works. He does a lot of windows, and you can almost feel the breeze blowing the curtains.Â
 In it is Christina’s World, which he thought, “Boy, this is one flat tire.” Now he gets at least a letter a week from all over the world, usually wanting to know what she’s doing. Actually there isn’t a difinite story. He painted the house and brown grass first, and finally got enough courage to say to her, “Would you mind if I made a drawing of you sitting outside?” and drew her crippled arms and hands.Â
He got his wife to pose for her figure…”I put this pink tone on her shoulder—and it almost blew me across the room.”Â
I would love to see an exhibit of his work. We did see a Norman Rockwell one in AZ, and a Edward Munch one in San Diago, and the Scream. Or a copy of it.
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Jacky Jones