“Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth
I think I was maybe around eleven-years-old the first time I saw a picture of this painting. It is perhaps, the painting that started my love affair with art and art history. I remember later going to a public library and checking out a book about Andrew Wyeth and reading about this painting in particular.
As my family and I drove through the mostly desolate and barren landscape of eastern Washington and Idaho, there was a patch of landscape that brought this painting to mind.
When I was a young girl I used to think about this painting a lot, and come up with different stories for Christina. I also couldn’t help but love that she had a similar name to mine, the Spanish form of my name, actually.
A couple of decades later, this painting still affects me deeply, it still takes my breath away and captures my imagination perhaps more than any piece of art I’ve ever seen.