Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) was an American artist, best known for her paintings of enlarged flowers, NY skyscrapers, and New Mexico landscapes.
This story begins in 1915. Georgia is an art teacher in Abiquiu, New Mexico. She submits her charcoal abstractions to Alfred Stieglitz, the father of modern photography in NY, for an honest opinion.
“In groundbreaking shows at 291 Alfred Stieglitz had introduced NY to the work of Picasso and Matisse. A brilliant photographer in his own right, he was known more for the careers of the artists he’d ‘made.’”
His response is instant. He wants to see more of her work. He already recognizes a legend in her.
In May 1917, he displays her work, thus creating her first show. It happens shortly before closing his gallery for good due to war.
She’s driven with a sharp-tongue, speaks her mind, doesn’t care what people think about her. And for that and other things, people shun her in her small town. When she doesn’t feel well, jokingly, she blames it “on the town, how I am choked by its backwater stupidity, the hostile looks.”
Her paintings are true representation of her, how she feels. “I paint as I feel it. Light, sky, air. As I want it to be felt.”
She moves to NY where her professional relationship with Stieglitz develops into something more. He has a wife and a daughter.
Nevertheless, her career under his patronage and direction continues to flourish.
The character of Georgia is very well developed. As the story progresses, it reveals also more about her family: parents and sisters.
The sexual context and some provocative nude poses he photographs were not of interest to me.
When she starts being recognized as a creator of a new American Art and articles come out, they are not what she expected. They are mixed, flattering her art through his photographs, an unsettling argument seeps in between them. Now, it’s more of her fight defending who she is as an artist. She has every right to defend her work, to be recognized for her work and not through his work. But the sharp-tongue Georgie, once she was, is gone. The Georgia involved with Stieglitz seems to be a different person.
Told by Georgia from the perspective of past time, the story begins with my favorite line, “I bought this house for the door.”
The first half of the story is interesting. However, in the second half, even though as the tone in the reviews of her work begins to change, the story becomes stagnant. The same things come up over and over again: their work, exhibits, reviews, them having arguments, and having sex.
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