Some pig.
I think you know why this post brings tears to my eyes. I remember the Wyeth museum, the Dusty Bottle, and the evocative moodiness of The Stray. Wyeths of all generations shaped my persona, for good or for ill.
I think you know why this post brings tears to my eyes. I remember the Wyeth museum, the Dusty Bottle, and the evocative moodiness of The Stray. Wyeths of all generations shaped my persona, for good or for ill.