for Georgia O'Keeffe
looking for Georgia O'Keeffe, after seeing her painting 'a crack in a leaf,'
I had to explore the artistic mind, who pictured a flaw as a worthy find.
view of the world was unique all around. Her tree in the sky. Her
sky on the ground. Her flowers are big. Her river is small. Her
canvas is short, but her building is tall.
every book on her love and her life. Georgia the artist, the teacher,
the wife. In the echo of time I could hear Georgia say, "Art
fills a space in a beautiful way."
the more that I read, the less that I knew, of this 'woman on paper' who
painted and drew. In the 'Land of the Sun' I continued my search,
for the 'colors', the ranch, and the old Taos Church.
traveled the desert I knew from the start, Georgia's presence was guiding
and pulling my heart. To see what she saw in the hills was my quest.
Until I found Georgia, my heart would not rest.
sun light that warmed her was shining on me. The hard ancient landscape
was still there to see. The same wind that cooled her, now blew through
my hair. The blackbird she painted called out on the air…
you're too late. Your mentor is gone. She flies on the winds
of the far distant song." I heard a voice whisper these words
in my heart, "You will only find Georgia when pursuing your art."
I never touched brushes she held in her hand, nor followed a track that
she left on the land. My direction was clear, and I knew why I came.
Her spirit was free, and the wind knew her name.
gathered the seeds from the flowering grass, that lifted it's face when
she had walked past, and planted them here in Nebraska's black earth. Now
her spirit will bloom in the land of my birth.
passion for art was a captured reflection, of her passion for life in all
it's perfection. I started my journey in books on a shelf. In the
end, thanks to Georgia, I discovered myself.