I wrote a post earlier about the artist Jamie Wyeth. I believe I have a particular affinity for not only his work, but that of all his family because there's a wonderful energy and use of light and color to it. It inspires me to do better as an artist.
I also appreciate their work because I grew up near them I didn't and don't know them--would love to chat with Jamie at some point--but they are part of the fabric of Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania, which is very near my hometown of West Chester.
I also was very, very fortunate to have attended Westtown School--a co-educational, Quaker boarding school near my home--where NC Wyeth's painting the giant hung in our dining hall. For years, I ate nearly every meal beneath one of my favorite works of art. Lucky fellow, I am.
I share it below because in keeping with today's theme on creativity (see previous post) I do also believe that writers must take the time to stare at something beautiful (other than out own visages, of course). When natural beauty is unavailable, art such as that above makes for a good stand in.