O’Keeffe (July)

Georgia O’Keeffe makes super-tall flowers. In the big city everything is big. Her built environment contains giants. At night, buildings reminiscent of Chicago-end Collins Street skyscrapers crowd together for comfort. A streetlight and traffic light radiate in darkness like flowers beneath a belladonna moon. Sometimes she walks along and when she sees a building has to paint it. One such is in dazzle from morning sun, filling the air like a giant white chrysanthemum. Sunspots refract on the retina, a spray of orange blossoms toppling through July. Says O’Keeffe: “People have always told me I am full of crazy notions.”