Georgia O'Keeffe
The Painter Who Saw Giants in Flowers and Skeletons in the Desert
I paint what the eye passes over too quickly.
I grew up with the land—its light, its silence. In New Mexico, the desert showed me what was real: bones, stone, blossoms. I paint them big, not to change them, but so you won’t miss them. The world is full of things people walk past. I stop. I see.
What I'm Into: sun-bleached bones, the red hills at dusk, painting until the light goes, walking alone, the curve of a petal
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