We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
Showing posts with label Georgia O'Keeffe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgia O'Keeffe. Show all posts

5.1.22

This Year, At Last …


After our 1998 world trip, Andrew and I left North America for home via San Francisco, an afternoon stopover to explore the city.

It was a holiday weekend. On Pier 39, Andrew briefly volunteered as assistant to a magician doing a show! Then we found a bookshop and I found a treasure: an oversized volume of quality prints of Georgia O’Keeffe paintings with her notes on their genesis.


I love discussions of artistic process. I adore Georgia O’Keeffe. Had to have it! But it was BIG. We’d need to post it … on a public holiday?


The shop assistant thought one particular Post Office might be open – but getting there wouldn't allow us time to make our outgoing flight. Could the shop send it to Australia later? That was complicated. No-one knew what the cost might be. In the end we just bought it and took it.

We found a luggage shop on the pier, and got a carry-on bag big enough. Because we were in transit between flights, we didn’t have to go through a full check-in. (This was before 9/11, after which security tightened a lot.) We ditched the small, very old and worn carry-on bag I’d left in an airport locker, packing my stuff around the book in the new one.


But, the weight limit – it mustn’t appear heavy! I managed to saunter aboard, swinging the bag carelessly, as if it wasn’t dislocating my shoulder!


This book remains one of my dearest treasures. So much so, I’ve scarcely dared open it since! It was displayed on my coffee table until the spine discoloured, then on a shelf in my bedroom. I have gazed long and often at the beautiful reproductions. But as for reading those fascinating process notes, I’ve barely begun. (Although bits I've dipped into did not disappoint.) It seemed too sacred a space to enter.


But I’m 82 now. How much more time do I have?


After some home renovations, that book is still among many in boxes in my garage. Time to find it, bring it out, really read it at last!


I don’t do New Year resolutions. But this year I have one. I’ll finally give myself that treat.





I found it! (It's a little larger than my laptop, 
14-and-a-half by 11 inches or 36-and-a-half by 28 cm.)





Written for Friday Writings #8: Resolutions at Poets and Storytellers United.