Georgia O’Keefe lived in a house of windows. every view was a landscape, every corner a still life. the gardens of Abiquiu are watered only on mondays. for hundreds of years and still, to this day, for two hours in the early morning the headgates of the Rio Chama Acequia are lifted and the ground swells with water and plants float like rice patties in their rows. one of these gardens is famous because Georgia O’keefe dug in this dirt, as the nuns did before her, and because when she wasn’t tending this earth her hands made paintings that made the world take notice of her, the house and the garden. i am lucky to have visited this garden, this house, her studio – even her closet. and i am changed for it. this was a woman committed to quality, to nature, to work. each item in her adobe has a function and a beauty, almost intimidatingly so, in its exacting presence.
miami, 2025
edinburgh, 2025
paris, 2025
steep park steps to the sacre coer rue de feuthier. outside there is a fence dripping with locks, an accordion player playing La Vie En Rose on queue and a guitar busker singing halelujah. the cathedral smells like wet rocksilkscreen shop serigraphie 5 rue paul albert 75018, paris. found the guy cigarette in his hand – that he apologizes for but doesnt put out. we stand talking about cameras and developing film, i take his picture still not knowing if my film is good after the security xray back in new york.
JULIA SMALL 