Georgia O'Keefe - Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. IV (1930)
This woman lived 99 years, many of them spent portraying the delicate petals of a flower up close and personal, with echoes of... Well, its pretty obvious, the most female part of the female anatomy. This cat has a brand new purrrrrr cause I'm feeling a new kinda love. Its not angsty. It still reminds me of the being out at sea, but this time it feels like I've got all the right equipment; a tank, goggles, a boat nearby to swim to. Its great to be in this. So great my friend is on standby for the "how I messed this up' story. I'm still cynical, my goggles aren't rose tinted, this is a few miles off of my purrfect story, and I'm in danger of erupting in a rage at any moment (my baggage, his baggage, I plain old don't trust men). I am however Christopher Columbus, out looking for India, washed up on America, slam bang in Okeefe's petal country, and its all so soft.
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