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Showing posts with label Tate Modern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tate Modern. Show all posts
Saturday, October 22, 2016
big sky: Georgia O'Keeffe at the Tate Modern
Like the Joseph Cornell retrospective, this turned out to be unexpectedly personal and affecting. Like any dedicated artist, I knew a little about Georgia O'Keeffe. I knew she lived a long time, painted flowers and skulls with great beauty and skill, lived in the American Southwest, and was a feminist icon. Mostly, though, I knew her as my mother's favourite artist.
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