Funny you should mention Wyeth. I saw an exhibit at the Whitney several years back that literally rocked my expectations, given all the backhanded compliments Wyeth has received throughout his career (more or less inherited from his father, N.C. Wyeth). In my case, I didn't need much in the way of interpretation: the work, "in the canvas", as it were, spoke quite well for itself. In such a seemingly interconnected world as ours is (or pretends to be, depending on your perspective), creative works, by and large, really need to be absorbed up close (as a truly rough example: am I the only person who was rather shocked to discover, when finally face-to-face with Mona Lisa, unmediated, in the Louvre, just how damn small the painting really is?). You can't get the gestalt of a work, the minor stuff as well as the major, off your monitor, unless, perhaps, it was created with that medium in mind. What was it that John Cage once said, that just because you possess the recording, it doesn't mean you own the music?
- Barrett