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Our mother
Our mother
Our mother
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Our mother

Oil on canvas
1922
40 × 30 in. (101.6 × 76.2 cm)
SUPP2000.779
Collection of the Hill School, Pottstown, PA
Not on view
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
John Rucker had become the dark cloud in my life. I think now that I was afraid of him because my mother was
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Robin and His Mother Go to Nottingham Fair The road wound in and about the forest, and at noon they came to a part where the trees nigh shut out the sky.
Robin and His Mother Go to Nottingham Fair
The road wound in and about the forest, and at noon they came to a part where the trees nigh shut out the sky.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
"Mother, you sent me for a clothes-line--I've been delayed--but here it is"
"Mother, you sent me for a clothes-line--I've been delayed--but here it is"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
The Mother of John Paul Jones A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in
"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"I may never see this spot again, Deerslayer," she said, "and it contains the bodies of my mother and sister!"
"I may never see this spot again, Deerslayer," she said, "and it contains the bodies of my mother and sister!"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
It was not signed. I read it slowly, because I was not very good at reading, and turned my eyes west-where my mother had gone
It was not signed. I read it slowly, because I was not very good at reading, and turned my eyes west-where my mother had gone
N.C. Wyeth
1921
The Artist's Mother
The Artist's Mother
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"Bear witness, earth, we have made our choice with freedom's brotherhood!"
"Bear witness, earth, we have made our choice with freedom's brotherhood!"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1918
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
When the moon arose there was silhouetted across its face the dusky figure of a war-bonneted Sioux, rifle at shoulder, aiming at one of our party. Raising my gun I fired, and the brave came crashing down the bank.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"An exhibition, sir, of self-effacement which shamed our puny civilized philanthropy"
"An exhibition, sir, of self-effacement which shamed our puny civilized philanthropy"
N.C. Wyeth
1905
The Parting For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted
The Parting
For we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted
N.C. Wyeth
1913