Andrew Wyeth said that Christina had polio. he saw her crawling through this field from his window. she was fifty-five.
I know he says this. but somehow she looks so young to me. she looks like a girl who has run away and is looking back at her house and all the things she will be leaving. even if only for a few hours, in the field. that world is not her world. she is only looking at it from far away. she is always far away from it.
this painter always paints people from behind. the back of the head. this makes a painting so much more personal. I’ve given Christina my expression. I’ve given her my thoughts.
I told my mom that she should have named me Christina.