One day the American artist Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) was delivering new paintings to her dealer Edith Halpert, when Halpert exclaimed: “Another flower, Georgia?” To which O’Keeffe replied: “No, it’s my ass.” Perhaps O’Keeffe was prescient in anticipating the metaphysical and literal black hole of American society, as seen in Superbowl LIV (from the twerking halftime performers to the Snickers selfiesiders) and the Iowa Caucuses. But for O’Keeffe, the ‘black spot’, as she called it, was also womb-like — with life, not death, having the last word.
Artwork: Georgia O’Keeffe, 1947