Distant Thunder
Andrew Wyeth,1961
“The picture evolved in a strange way. I had wanted to paint my wife, Betsy, picking
blueberries, but nothing worked. It was
just someone picking—sort of trite. I
really struggled, but got nowhere, until I decided to hide. I sneaked along the edge of the woods and
found her sleeping. I made a quick
drawing. As I finished it, I could hear
thunder way off in the direction of East Waldoboro. Suddenly, out of the grass, popped our dog
Rattler’s head, his ears up, cupped, hearing those distant sounds. The sky had that yellowish cast it gets
before big storms. All of a sudden I
realized there was too much face. I
painted in the hat. That made the picture.” ~Andrew Wyeth