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