In 2006 I took a Road Trip from San Francisco to New Mexico and back over the course of a month, writing and taking photos all the way. Two years later I had a show of paintings based on those photographs. This is one of a series of twenty-nine posts of those paintings accompanied by the relevant diary entries.
17. May 10th 2006.
So I drove and drove and now I am in a motel, drinking beer watching TV and looking forward to a night in a BED. I prefer the TV to the ‘real thing’ because its painful to see how the real thinghas been two dimensionalised. You know where you are and what you are doing with the TV.
Impressions:Heaving, thrusting, red and hot-that’s the landscape, columns and pinnacles, cleft canyons, striped pink hued. Its a very sexual place…
I used to give Georgia O’Keeffe the benefit of the doubt when she angrily denied that sexuality has anything to do with her paintings. Then I saw her lush flowers in contrast to her husband, Alfred Steiglitzs’, phallic photos of skyscrapers and I thought,
‘Yeh, right, Georgia.’
Driving through the landscape of this place where she spent her last decades I felt like periodically yelling..
“Ah C’MON Georgia!What do you take us for!”
It may have been the mores of the time but its very unusual for an artists to adhere to them or to lack self awareness. I think this lack shows in her later work.