Andrew Wyeth was one of the first artists for me, in my memory, that actually put me in the painting. I was a little girl, probably 5 or 6 years old, and we had print of Christina's World above an old green chest where we kept candles and placemats. I remember getting the fancy placemats out of the chest of drawers, and wondering about Christina. How old was she? Was she sad? Did she live in that house, or want to live there? Did the grass tickle her arms as it blew in the breeze?