Georgia O'Keeffe
Georgia O'Keeffe
Georgia Totto O'Keeffewas an American artist. She is best known for her paintings of enlarged flowers, New York skyscrapers, and New Mexico landscapes. O'Keeffe has been recognized as the "Mother of American modernism"...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth15 November 1887
CitySun Prairie, WI
CountryUnited States of America
american-artist anyone natural near occurred shapes taught
I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down.
american-artist arts courage create takes
To create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage.
artist paint
Since I cannot sing, I paint.
war soldier killing
War is killing the individual in it unless he has learned livingness - if he had it he wouldn't be a good soldier.
self should-have vision
Someone else's vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it 'cause in the end it's all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.
skills trying painting
I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.
giving world painting
My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.
ideas done shapes
I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught - not like what I had seen - shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.
knowing lakes long
I find that I have painted my life, things happening in my life - without knowing. After painting the shell and shingle many times, I did a misty landscape of the mountain across the lake, and the mountain became the shape of the shingle - the mountain I saw out my window, the shingle on the table in my room. I did not notice that they were alike for a long time after they were painted.
summer morning memories
On the way I stood a moment looking out across the marshes with tall cattails, a patch of water, more marsh, then the woods with a few birch trees shining white at the edge on beyond. In the darkness it all looked just like I felt. Wet and swampy and gloomy, very gloomy. In the morning I painted it. My memory of it is that it was probably my best painting that summer
morning people solitude
The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.
hurt crazy struggle
Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.