This essay was written February 25th, 2009.
I have spent the last two weeks immersed in a Georgia O’Keeffe biography. This is not the first time I have visited the story of Miss O’Keeffe, and I suspect it will not be the last. I am finding that one of the jobs I have in grieving my father’s death, is rediscovering parts of myself that I put on a shelf in service of things that I deemed more important. This is something we all do everyday, make decisions based on inner and outer priorities, that bring some things forward and others into the dark. Reading about Georgia and her artistic journey helps me reclaim that seed of the artist that i feel like I lost at some point these last few years.
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