Georgia
O’Keeffe makes super-tall flowers. In the big city everything is big. Her built
environment contains giants. At night, buildings reminiscent of Chicago-end
Collins Street skyscrapers crowd together for comfort. A streetlight and
traffic light radiate in darkness like flowers beneath a belladonna moon.
Sometimes she walks along and when she sees a building has to paint it. One
such is in dazzle from morning sun, filling the air like a giant white
chrysanthemum. Sunspots refract on the retina, a spray of orange blossoms
toppling through July. Says O’Keeffe: “People have always told me I am full of
crazy notions.”
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