A story about Georgia O'Keefe
OK so this is another person I will never meet. She’s pretty much my artist hero- or heroine. She created a style that was pretty original and mostly her own, she shucked the gender biased system of her day and her family, she basically did what she wanted to or felt she must do. And at a time when american art was pretty nondescript and blase. Her studio was the trunk of her car, her marriage also shucked the standard belief (though I don’t think I could’ve just ignored a philandering hubby and love him regardless…). Plus she had a majorly young lover when she was in her seventies as well as continued creating amazing works of art up til her death. She basically didn’t give a shit what people thought, did what she felt was right, and yes, I respect that!
