Georgia O'Keeffe, My Last Door, 1952-1954
Georgia O'Keeffe, Black Door with Red, 1954
Georgia O'Keeffe, In the Patio III, 1948
Georgia O'Keeffe, Wall with Green Door, 1953
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Georgia O'Keeffe, My Last Door, 1952-1954
Georgia O'Keeffe, Black Door with Red, 1954
Georgia O'Keeffe, In the Patio III, 1948
Georgia O'Keeffe, Wall with Green Door, 1953
Breaking Bad, 2008-2013
Black Bird with Snow-Covered Red Hills, Georgia O’Keefe, 1946
Georgia O'Keeffe It Was Blue and Green 1960 Oil on linen 76.5 × 101.6 cm
Autumn Leaf, 1927. Georgia O'Keeffe. Oil on canvas.
OKeefe blue flower
Georgia O’Keeffe, Lake George reflection 1922
“In 1923, Georgia O’Keeffe visited York Beach, Maine. Meanwhile, more than two hundred miles away, Alfred Stieglitz was back at his summer home in Lake George, New York. On September 25th, they each witnessed the same moonlit night, about which they then wrote the other . . .
O’Keeffe: Last evening—walking on the beach at sunset I saw a pink moon—nearly full—grow out of the gray over the green sea—till it made a pink streak on the water—very faint—that told you where the ocean began and the soft gray blur of space was ended—And the moon grew hotter and hotter—and the path on the water brighter and brighter till it burned so that I didn’t want to look anymore . . .
Stieglitz: It was a marvelous night. A white moonlight night. I never saw any night quite like it – none more beautiful – For a long while before going to bed I stood at your window looking lakeward – looking at the white silences – the white night so silent. Nothing stirred. Even the moon full & round seemed not to wish to disturb the stillness – it seemed to be moving slowly upwards as if on tiptoes moving through a house of stillness at night when all inmates were fast asleep. All was so still – & the whiteness so lovely – The hills were not hills – they were something bathed in an untouchable spirit of light – the line produced where this spirit met the sky spirit was of rarest subtle beauty – Really I never saw anything quite so beautiful – I looked & looked & knew I was awake . . . “
Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986)
Pink Moon Over Water
Oil on canvas, 1923
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Letter from Alfred Stieglitz to Georgia O’Keeffe, November 8-10, 1916:
“How much we have in common. — Traits. — Both turn everything we touch into something really living — & amusing — for ourselves. — Both can laugh — really laugh — even at our heartaches… 300 years you want to live!! — I wish I could give you that as a gift —”