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Georgia O'Keefe was one fascinating person…

If you’re a classic art aficionado, you’ll recognize my reprint of a famous Georgia O'Keefe painting.  She was famous for her paintings of oversized flowers that evoked images of female genetalia.  So, unless you’ve been living in a cave since you were five (or only playing video games – same thing…), you will certainly recognize what this painting is.   If not, it’s a black orchid, you idiot.  Now get your mind out of the gutter.

I love people who break barriers that help open up the human soul and improve our lives.  Georgia O'Keefe was one such woman, and she was light years ahead of her time.  She was born in 1887 and lived 100 years.  She really hit her stride in the late 1920s and 1930s, when she left NYC for New Mexico - the land of enchantment (before Walter White made it the land of meth…).  She was a transformational influence on the art world, and society in general.

Think of those times, when sexuality was repressed.  She brought it front and center into highbrow society, in a magical and erotic way.  And to think all this from a woman who looked much like Lyndon Baines Johnson in drag.  (Go ahead and google it, there are thousands of sites.  Go on, do it!!   Haha, made you look….  But do check out her later life pictures and tell me if you can’t see a more liberated LBJ looking back at you.)

I love the historic mavericks in U.S. history, particularly the women who broke down stereotypes.  Women like Julia Morgan, the brilliant architect from California who designed so many epic buildings around the same time that Georgia was rocking the art world.  Fortunately their impacts are highly visual, and permanent.  

Side note:  You probably know how I love vintage fashion, and I picked up this incredible slip last week from a local thrift store.  It’s definitely silk, the high quality ‘raw silk’ type that has that has that unmistakable texture.  The label was removed, so I can’t tell if it’s vintage or modern.  It has all the attributes of a classic vintage piece, down to the subtly beautiful embroidered floral pattern in the bodice.  It’s also small as hell, which makes me think it might have been made many decades ago.

It will remain a mystery, much like Georgia.  

Figured I should draw someone who isn’t Frank. Have an Alex.

He has scars all up his arms and probably all over his body cus he’s a dumb shit. That is all.