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April 10, 2012
Georgia O’Keeffe, Sky Above Clouds III (1963) I adore this sober and sensual woman painter, her fleshy flowers, her eggs visions (she too!), humid bones and cleaned-up skulls. Here’s yet another modest explorer of the unnameable … She does not hesitate to draw mysteries, but of what? Her body, a flower-sex, life, death, the cosmos, the human being? Secretly, modestly, she moves – she does not name but keeps quiet. And she draws. She does not draw what she draws but something else in the same thing; an insignificant thing, almost nothing. Julia Kristeva, Le féminin et le sacré

Georgia O’Keeffe, Sky Above Clouds III (1963)

I adore this sober and sensual woman painter, her fleshy flowers, her eggs visions (she too!), humid bones and cleaned-up skulls. Here’s yet another modest explorer of the unnameable … She does not hesitate to draw mysteries, but of what? Her body, a flower-sex, life, death, the cosmos, the human being? Secretly, modestly, she moves – she does not name but keeps quiet. And she draws. She does not draw what she draws but something else in the same thing; an insignificant thing, almost nothing.

Julia Kristeva, Le féminin et le sacré

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December 13, 2011
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What do I want from you?— —It’s hardly six—morning—Sunday—cool—clear—the window wide open—I propped up in bed—feeling rather sick at heart—yet—still dreaming—having thought all night—sleeping impossible. What do I want from you? Your letter—I sent you a letter finished at the Manhattan Hotel—I went away & ordered something to eat—I re-read your letter—read it really for the first time… There it stood in large blazing letters—Wherever I looked: ‘What do I want from her’—And there was no answer.—Do I want anything from her that she hasn’t already given me over & over again—from the first moment I saw the drawings. A letter from Alfred Stieglitz to Georgia O’Keeffe (May 26, 1918), read aloud by Patti Smith onstage at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

What do I want from you?— —It’s hardly six—morning—Sunday—cool—clear—the window wide open—I propped up in bed—feeling rather sick at heart—yet—still dreaming—having thought all night—sleeping impossible. What do I want from you? Your letter—I sent you a letter finished at the Manhattan Hotel—I went away & ordered something to eat—I re-read your letter—read it really for the first time… There it stood in large blazing letters—Wherever I looked: ‘What do I want from her’—And there was no answer.—Do I want anything from her that she hasn’t already given me over & over again—from the first moment I saw the drawings.

A letter from Alfred Stieglitz to Georgia O’Keeffe (May 26, 1918), read aloud by Patti Smith onstage at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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