Sanity Break: Grandma Moses

Folk Artist Grandma Moses

Forget that condescending claptrap about “primitive folk art.” This is Grandma Moses, and America has never produced a greater artist.

Do yourself a favor. Drop the nooze for a while and go online to look at Grandma Moses’ paintings: enjoy a kind of private tour of an art museum devoted to her work.

These are not just pictures. They are doors. They let you into the sane and wholesome world of Grandma Moses. You may even remember similar details from your own life.

Country people fording a little river in their wagon. Sheep grazing in the background. Trees beginning to show their autumn foliage. Oh, yeah, I want some of that!

Maybe it’s because I’m old enough to remember real places like the places in Grandma’s paintings, real people who lived there–and these were wonderful places! Most of them torn down and paved over by now.

But the ones in Grandma Moses’ paintings are beyond the reach of the back hoes and the strip malls and the bent zoning boards. She put them on canvas so we could put them in our hearts.

I kind of think the new Earth, when God restores Creation, will look more like the world of Grandma Moses than–well, who wants to mention any of those people on a Sunday?

7 comments on “Sanity Break: Grandma Moses

  1. I remember hearing about her, when I was a child and have seen some of her work. What a lifespan; from the beginning of the Civil War up into Kennedy’s Camelot.

    Often, I wonder about the reaction of people born in the 19th century to our modern world, even as it was over 50 years ago. All of my grandparents were born in the 19th century, and one of the, lived until nearly the 21st. I can’t help but wonder how the culture rot of our day would appear to someone born in that era.

    Thankfully, Grandma Moses preserved some of her memories for us. Sometimes I envy the Amish.

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