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The Goal of a Realist

The Goal of a Realist EXCERPT by Doris Betts Andrew Wyeth American, born 1 9 1 7 Winter 1946, 1946 Tempera on board, 3 1 3/ß ? 48 in. North Carolina Museum of Art Purchased with funds from the State of North Carolina 72.1.1 11 the time I was growing up in Statesville, I never went to an art museum. There was none; the weekly art teacher in public schools contented herself with the color wheel and the hope of proportionate good likenesses. What hung in my own home were not paintings but illustra- tions: Columbus's three ships, that wolf howling on a snowy hill above a lamplit house, the big dog that has just pulled a drowning child ashore, a sepia Victorian lady removing love letters from a hollow tree, and a pinkish Gentile Jesus carrying the lamb ahead of His obedient flock. Even better than these, I liked the Doré Bible engravings, especially of David holding aloft the curly head of Goliath and Jehu's companions finding what litde the street dogs had failed to devour of the corpse ofJezebel. Count me in the multitude of those southern writers whose childhood spent with the King James Bible taught diat ordinary concrete objects http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

The Goal of a Realist

Southern Cultures , Volume 3 (2) – Jan 4, 1997

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EXCERPT by Doris Betts Andrew Wyeth American, born 1 9 1 7 Winter 1946, 1946 Tempera on board, 3 1 3/ß ? 48 in. North Carolina Museum of Art Purchased with funds from the State of North Carolina 72.1.1 11 the time I was growing up in Statesville, I never went to an art museum. There was none; the weekly art teacher in public schools contented herself with the color wheel and the hope of proportionate good likenesses. What hung in my own home were not paintings but illustra- tions: Columbus's three ships, that wolf howling on a snowy hill above a lamplit house, the big dog that has just pulled a drowning child ashore, a sepia Victorian lady removing love letters from a hollow tree, and a pinkish Gentile Jesus carrying the lamb ahead of His obedient flock. Even better than these, I liked the Doré Bible engravings, especially of David holding aloft the curly head of Goliath and Jehu's companions finding what litde the street dogs had failed to devour of the corpse ofJezebel. Count me in the multitude of those southern writers whose childhood spent with the King James Bible taught diat ordinary concrete objects

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 4, 1997

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