Silver, Paint

Alfred Stieglitz lived a good long while, 82 years. Georgia O'Keeffe did better, passing at 98. She drew her last gray breath in New Mexico, which must have been a million miles from her birth in Sun Prairie. Stieglitz was only across the river from home, lying down in Manhattan, pink and new in Hoboken.


O'Keeffe was the second of seven children. Stieglitz’s siblings were five. A lonely boy—pondering his brother-twins—Stieglitz was anxious for a twin of his own. An adult O'Keeffe drew into despair as her brother shipped off to war.


Stieglitz was a member of the Brotherhood of the Linked Ring: The Good, the True, the Beautiful. O’Keeffe was guided by Precisionism, the painters known as the Immaculate.


O’Keeffe is heartbroken when Stieglitz has an affair. Stieglitz is heartbroken when O’Keeffe will not come home. Stieglitz had brooded that his first wife Emmy did not share his love for art. O’Keeffe painted alone in the west.


Stieglitz photographed clouds, hands, and O’Keeffe. O’Keeffe painted flowers, herself, and the land. Stieglitz wrote to O'Keeffe. O'Keeffe wrote to Stieglitz. O'Keeffe watched as he died.

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