Forgive my language, but there is quite simply no other way to describe the artist in modern terms.
I went to the Georgia O’Keeffe museum one lazy Saturday a few weeks before my program was to end. Ryan, Forrest and I attended an informative lecture when we arrived, wandered the exhibits, and caught a film about Georgia O’Keeffe. Unfortunately photos were not allowed, so I don’t have any of my two friends scrutinizing, squinting, laughing, and comparing as we wandered through a delightful and contrasting museum.
Georgia O’Keeffe chose early in her career to avoid reproducing artworks of others or simply painting life as we all view it. For her art was about expressing her emotions and her early works reflect her love of Alfred Stieglitz (her future husband). The nature of O’Keeffe’s subjects changed dramatically after Stieglitz exhibited hundreds of risque photos of O’Keeffe with her art. It cast the mold for O’Keeffe as a sexual being who painted provocative subjects. She rebelled deeply against this and turned to literal still-lifes of art and flowers.
Georgia O’Keeffe fell in love with New Mexico and spent extended periods there throughout her adult life. She moved there permanently after her husbands death. She spent much of her time exploring and sketching, only to return home and create her paintings. She was an impressive woman to say the least.