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Americans W e Like
Georgia OKeeffe
By FRANCES OBRIEN
The Nation
such as these, and to quarrel about their virtues.
Verily,
they were days of travail for Stieglitz. And then, one day
enwhen he wasfeeling his weariestfromthefruitless
deavor to explain to Babbitt that this, also, was art, there
walked into
the woman to whom OKeeffe had confided
the twodrawings.
To Alfred Stieglitz nothing was ever so refreshing as
thosetwodrawings.Long
after the woman who brought
them had gone they remained on the walls of
A controversial correspondence followed between Stieglitz and the young lady who was teaching art in the West
Texas Normal College, the upshot of which was that there
presentlyarrivedinNew
York a n artist with approximately $40 in her pocket-book, but with an indomitable enthusiasm.True,
artists havearrivedin
New Yorkwith
lesa than $40 andquite immeasurableenthusiasm
andwell, I cant help recalling George Bridgemans boast that
he never has to pay any subway fare because all his former
students at the Art StudentsLeague are now officiating
in the ticket booths.
Ten years have not made a different person of Georgia
OKeeffe. Today finds her the same strong, clear, and introspective person as the girl who wandered with her classmatesthroughtheVirginia
woods, studyingbird
life.
Georgianever
sawthebirds;but
no flower or leaf or
tree escaped her passionateexploration.If
only people
were trees, she has said, I might like them better. That
is why she has remained undisturbed by the worship of the
culturally elite. That is why of all our modern painters she
is the least influenced by any of the trivialities, the aesthetic
fashions of the time.These
things do notexist for her;
is with the things
her roots are in the earth and her kinship
that grow from the soil.
Yetthereis
one potent bond unitingherwiththe
of humanity. If Georgia OKeeffe hasany passion
ather than her
work it is her interest and faith in her
o m sex. ShemarriedAlfredStieglitzabouteightyears
ago,and you mustnot, if you valuebeing inher good
graces, call her Mrs. Stieglitz. She believes ardently in
woman as a n individual-an individual not merely with the
rights and privileges of man but, what is to her more important, with the same
responsibilities.And
chief among
these is the responsibility of self-realization. OKeeffe is
the epitomization of this faith. In her painting as in herself is the scatteredsoul of America come into kingdom.
In the Driftway
H E DRIFTERShatredforsouvenirs
weakens, however, when they come from bazaars. He has often been
rude to ladies who forgot the contents of the Mushe du
Louvre, but remembered those of the vast department store
withthe same name. He alwaysignorestheir
collections
of pewterout of anantique shop intherue
des Saints
PGres ; but a much inferior set which has been assembled
piece by piece, Sunday after Sunday, from the junk-piles
of the Flea Fair never fails to excite his envy; and he will
listen patiently to the owners tales of how much the old
woman wanted for the large porringer, and what she said
when he asked the meaning of the cock on the handle of the
ancient twisted spoon: