Yousuf Karsh, Georgia O’ Keefe.
As of today, I am having my relatives back west in NM send me some O’ Keefe prints I left in the desert. It seemed like good timing; the images keep popping up in my almost dreams (the ones you have when barely asleep), especially this one. My uncle is a curator at the O’ K. Museum in Santa Fe, and I used to spend days walking around the galleries, thinking. She seemed to embrace moving from the city to the brush like a mission, intoxicated by the myth of shedding things and concrete to expose dry bone. I was always drunk on making the opposite trek, and I am only now wondering what it means to have acquired smoke and given up constellations.
Either way, Yousuf Karsh made some of the best portraits ever taken on film.
Also, I need to be doing work and not this.