How do we account for the strangeness of Andrew Wyeth's art of the 1940s? How, that is, beyond discerning the surrealist undertones, finding the magic realist affinities, or seeing that Wyeth followed in a Brandywine tradition whose oddity was firmly established by Howard Pyle.
Its name, the Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens, pretty well covers what this singular institution in San Marino, California, is all about. But it hardly begins to tell the story.
"While my childhood friends were engrossed in Boys' Life, Mad Magazine, and racier fare, I eagerly anticipated next month's issue."
The art of today must be created today," the designer and author Paul T. Frankl wrote in 1928. "It must express the life about us. It must reflect the main characteristics and earmarks of our own complex civilization."1 Over the past four decades, collector John C. Waddell has explored the idea behind Frankl's words.