The Wyeths and Homer

Winslow Homer, Portland Museum of Art, Portland Maine

The Winslow Homer: Painter, Etcher exhibition at the Portland Museum of Art closes October 18th and I’m so glad that Shugie, Brent, and I got to visit this summer. The people there are so nice and while we got to the museum shortly before they closed for the day, they welcomed us in with no hurry and were really kind.

The exhibit sets Homer’s etchings by the paintings they grew from and treats them in their own right, not just footnotes to the oils.

Winslow Homer, Portland Museum of Art, Portland Maine

The Noon Recess, Winslow Homer, Portland Museum of Art, Portland Maine

The Noon Recess

Ralph Blumenthal wrote the NYT article that came out this week; it’s
Jamie Wyeth, Meet Uncle Winslow
Jamie Wyeth makes a pilgrimage to Portland, Maine, to view rare works by Winslow Homer, who has been a potent influence on three generations of Wyeth artists.

Jamie is now 80. From the MFA – Boston:
Jamie Wyeth has followed a unique path, training with his aunt Carolyn after leaving school at age 11, studying anatomy in a New York City morgue and working in Andy Warhol’s New York studio, The Factory.

Andy Warhol, Jamie Wyeth, Cheekwood, Nashville TN

Jamie Wyeth’s Andy Warhol, from my visit to Cheekwood in Nashville earlier this year

and this is Andy Warhol’s Jamie Wyeth, from (no surprise) the same visit to Cheekwood:

Andy Warhol, Jamie Wyeth with Tan Background, Cheekwood, Nashville TN

His father Andrew Wyeth was incredibly well-known — this page at MOMA discusses his famous Christina’s World. And Andrew’s father, thus Jamie’s grandfather, was N.C. Wyeth, the painter-illustrator-muralist whose work appeared in RLS’ Treasure Island.

Andrew Wyeth, Man from Maine, Birmingham Museum of Art, Birmingham AL

Andrew Wyeth, Man from Maine on view at the Birmigham Museum of Art from a 2023 visit

In the article, Jamie Wyeth describes Winslow Homer as something like a family uncle, a presence in the Wyeth household across three generations. N.C. Wyeth named his Port Clyde homestead “Eight Bells”  after one of Homer’s seascapes.  Even though N.C. and Homer didn’t know each other, this influence carried through the family. He says N.C. spoke of Homer often, that there was almost a ‘spiritual connection’ and that he “simply stole from him early on.” Even a review of a N.C. Wyeth 1937 exhibit asserted the comparisons with Homer and John Singer Sargent.

Homer lived and worked in a studio in on the coast of Maine from 1884 until his death in 1910, so it’s only right that the Portland Museum of Art have so many of his works and celebrate him with this exhibit. In 2006, they actually purchased that studio and spent years renovating it. It’s open for tours.

Hark! The Lark, Winslow Homer, Portland Museum of Art, Portland Maine

Hark! The Lark

From the NYT article:

He stopped at another haunting series of paintings and etchings called both “Hark! The Lark” and “A Voice From the Cliffs” depicting three stalwart women by the sea mesmerized by a haunting cry.

Wyeth wondered, “What the hell are they hearing?”

Homer’s rugged outdoor scenes, often painted indoors, became a wilderness template, influencing the outfitting giant L.L. Bean, according to Bessire, the museum director.

That reminded Wyeth of a story. Linda Bean, a granddaughter of the founder, was one of the Wyeths’ biggest fans, Wyeth said, buying many of their works, some of which were destroyed when her gallery in Port Clyde went up in flames in 2023. Linda, who died of cancer at 82 in 2024, also amassed a large collection of Wyeth memorabilia. Once she summoned a doctor to her bedside, only to flabbergast him with the announcement, “This is the bed Andrew was conceived in!”

The Life Line, Winslow Homer, Portland Museum of Art, Portland Maine

The Life Line

Jamie Wyeth says that Homer is even still an influence; that after painting a small landscape not too long ago that he looked at and thought he could see a resemblance between it and “Fox Hunt”.

Make it Pastis, But Nashville

This was our first visit to Pastis in Nashville, and there are so many terrific places there, this may be our one and only visit — not because it was subpar, it just wasn’t the standout experience I was hoping for.

Pastis, Nashville TN

Pastis Nashville opened in June 2025, the outpost of the NY Pastis that Keith McNally first opened in 1999. It’s true-to-form — the tile, the globe lights…

Pastis, Nashville TN

Pastis, Nashville TN

We decided on two items first: the deviled eggs and the sardines en conserve

Pastis, Nashville TN

Pastis, Nashville TN

Pastis, Nashville TN

These were a tin of Mouettes d’Arvor, sardines au citron, and they were nice. I’ve actually always liked tins of sardines even since I was little — the cheap ones with the heavy mustard back then especially. These days I’ve grown my repertoire to Patagonia‘s flavors and Fishwife (wow, the Fishwife smoked salmon and smoked rainbow trout are so, so good)…we have no Fantastic World of the Portuguese Sardine here; I make due with whatever’s at Fresh Market mostly. Wirecutter has a piece here on the best sardines of 2026. And today’s NYT has this piece on…a LOT of tinned fish.

Pastis, Nashville TN

Then we had the cheeseburger, and a chicken paillard.

Pastis, Nashville TN

finished with a nice sticky toffee pudding.

Pastis, Nashville TN

I was thinking of better restaurants in New York that have branched out to Nashville — besides Pastis, there’s STK,  Philippe Chow…who else? Carne Mare closed. There have to be more. Now, Atlanta is much larger than Nashville but if we did this exercise with Atlanta, there’s STK, Nobu, and I had no idea  ’til now that Atlanta has its own Beauty & Essex! One of my faves in Las Vegas. Positive I’m leaving out several here. Who else started out in NY and has only a few outposts with one of them being Nashville?

Hermes x Prattville

Last year, Brent and I wanted to have lunch at the new Pastis in Nashville, and Hermes had also just opened. I thought about running in, but there was a line, and really, the Hermes bags aren’t my favorite in general and I’m not a scarf girl. I have a Hermes bracelet but I’m not a huge jewelry person. So I appreciate the brand more for the equestrian side and especially their aesthetic around that part of the line. It’s very sharp.

Hermes, Nashville TN

Hermes, Nashville TN

Hermes hired Nashville artist Herb Williams (who’s from Prattville AL) to make these incredible birch trees and this horse from his media, Crayons.

Hermes, Nashville TN

Hermes, Nashville TN

It can be viewed so much better at night:

 

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The Montgomery Museum of Art has his Black Poodle in its collection:

Herb Williams, Black Poodle, Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts, Montgomery AL

Herb Williams, Black Poodle, Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts, Montgomery AL

Herb Williams, Black Poodle, Montgomery Museum of Fine Arts, Montgomery AL

and I think I’ve seen his Ripple at the Atlanta airport.

a new interview with him from Nashville Public Radio:


Hermes, King of Prussia Mall, King of Prussia PA

A couple of years ago at King of Prussia, I was able to see these Hermes windows.

Hermes, King of Prussia Mall, King of Prussia PA

So many more gorgeous high-end window displays from TwoSeven.

I’m so taken with these Heavy Eyes pieces for the KoP Hermes, especially the desert scene with the ant colony too.

Walker Evans’ Charming Billboard and the Migrant Mother

In and around Birmingham, Walker Evans made images of more than just the fish market — he made photos of workers’ homes, a boarding house with some really nice architectural detail, and the billboard above.

That turns out to be the non-extant J.W. McDonald Furniture Store, on 3rd Avenue North in Bessemer. The main part of the image has some sort of Goodnight Moon vibe; one of the only things in the area I can think of depicting an interior scene within an era of 20 years of the furniture store billboard would be this in downtown Birmingham:

The Hours Passed The Picture Stayed

Trying to imagine what the furniture store billboard really looked like, I had it colorized — but let’s get this straight — AI (yeah. I did.) did the thing. J.W. Westatd is nothing close to J.W. McDonald — but it does give a sense of what the billboard may have generallly appeared.

Looking closer:

Colorized Walker Evans Bham B-board

The items here are so out of scale that it’s actually terrific. The telephone table is at the same height as the people’s heads on the sofa. The angles of the top of the window and the ceiling are off. The door is completely wonky. The amount of disorder here actually makes it charming. It’s Grandma Moses had a dizzy spell. This was grassroots advertising in the 1930s.

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I briefly tried to find the boarding house Walker Evans had photographed in Birmingham from the house number, but came to the same conclusion as so many of the historians — it’s gone. It was likely very close to downtown and those homes are just about (really, probably, completely) gone now.


Dorothea Lange

I was thinking of other billboards from this era — in 2022, the Huntsville Museum of Art had an exhibit, Dorothea Lange’s America, that included this photograph of “Rural Landscape with Grapes of Wrath Billboard, California”

Rural Landscape with Grapes of Wrath Billboard, CA, Dorothea Lange

…which seems one of the most meta things ever, since if one considers the Great Depression, likely one of the very first images that comes to mind, her Migrant Mother photograph of 1936:

Migrant Mother, Nipomo CA, Dorothea Lange

From the Kennedy Center on Lange:
“I did not ask her name or her history. She told me her age, that she was 32. She said that they had been living on frozen vegetables from the surrounding fields, and birds that the children killed. She had just sold the tires from her car to buy food. There she sat in that lean-to tent [shed] with her children huddled around her, and seemed to know that my pictures might help her, and so she helped me. There was a sort of equality about it. The pea crop at Nipomo had frozen and there was no work for anybody. But I did not approach the tents and shelters of other stranded pea-pickers. It was not necessary; I knew I had recorded the essence of my assignment.”

The subject of the photo, Florence Leona Thompson, has a different recollection of her interaction with Lange, and later had grown to be embarrassed by it. The photo documented a particularly hard time of her life, and made it famous. Thompson’s family, though, found strength in it.

And on her cemetery monument, the phrase:
Migrant Mother: A Legend of the Strength of of American Motherhood