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Andrew Wyeth b. 1917
Description
- Andrew Wyeth
- On Her Knees
- signed Andrew Wyeth, l.r.
- pencil on paper
- 23 1/2 by 17 3/4 in.
- (59.7 by 45.1 cm)
- Executed in 1975.
Provenance
Private Collection, Tokyo, Japan
Adelson Galleries, New York
Acquired by the present owner from the above
Exhibited
New York, Adelson Galleries, Helga On Paper, November-December 2006, no. 49, illustrated in color p. 77
Condition
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Catalogue Note
In a conversation wi💫th Thomas Hoving, Andrew Wyeth stated "I met Helga at Karl and Anna Kuerner's where I've painted for years. Karl's health was fading and whenever one of my subjects begins to go I find a younger subject. It's like spring following winter.... One day in 1971 I met Helga at the Kuerners'. She was married to Johnny Testorf who supervised the local gardens (Longwood Gardens) and was a friend of the Kuerners. She's come over and help them in their chores.... I was entranced the instant I saw her. I thought she was the personification of all young Prussian girls and she possessed all the qualities of the Kuerner girls. Amazingly blond, fit, compassionate. I was totally fascinated by her. God, I thought, I have to have her as my next model! The difference between me and a lot of painters I that I have to have a personal contact with my models. I don't mean a sexual love, I mean real love. Many artists tell me that they don't even recall the names of their models. I have to fall in love with them – hell, I do much the same with a tree or a dog. I have to become enamored, smitten. That's what happened when I saw Helga walking up the Kuerners' lane. She was this amazing, crushing blond."