Georgia O'Keeffe Page #2

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Now, you must come to my house in Taos.

It's heaven.

Don't even think about saying no.

Jean Toomer.

- Georgia O'Keeffe, my new best friend.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

Whatever that is, give me two of them.

What's this all about?

I may not know what art is,

but I know what art isn't.

- And this isn't art.

- You're fearless.

Mr. Stieglitz,

I've been absolutely terrified my entire life...

...and I have never let it keep me

from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

Don't move for three minutes.

From here to here.

My mother died from malnutrition

and tuberculosis.

She hemorrhaged and bled to death.

No one knew she was sick,

and she never asked for help.

She died alone and hungry.

I'm like her, starving...

...yet too proud to know that I need help.

What sort of help?

I have things in my head.

I don't know where they come from.

I don't know how they get there.

Shapes and ideas that are so near to me...

...they're so natural to my way of being

and thinking...

...and I need to get them out of my head.

...and bring them into the world.

Emmy.

I've left her.

Twenty-five years of unhappiness,

it took me one hour, 15 minutes.

Yes! Here, here.

I don't suppose you have room for a lodger.

We might have one space for you,

Mr. Stieglitz.

What are you doing?

If you're gonna have a lodger

and it's gonna be me...

...then if we have visitors,

we need some propriety.

We can't have them thinking

we sleep in the same room.

Really? Really?

We can't? We can't? We can't?

- We have got to...

- No, no, no, no.

You know, one day, you're gonna

have to put some color on those.

They have to dry. It takes six months.

Do you know what I miss

more than anything in New York?

No.

Tell me what you miss, and I'll get it for you.

I miss the sky.

So, this is the woman

who destroyed my son's marriage.

Pleased. Very pleased to meet you.

Well done, Alfred.

Right.

- What did... What did you do there?

- I just adjusted the wicket. That's all.

All right, now, is it... Is it my go or your go?

- It's yours.

- All right.

Yes!

To be perfectly honest,

no one misses your wife, Alfred, do they?

She was a cow. You're lucky to be rid of her.

Of course, there is Kitty.

It's always hard on the children,

these extramarital affairs.

That is what you call them now, isn't it?

From the Latin "extra," outside of...

...and also, appropriately,

besides or on top of.

As in, a little something extra on the side.

- Mother, please.

- Lee!

I won't mention the unmentionables.

I won't mention your wife's distant cousin,

Amanda, what's-her-name, Hoff?

Mrs. Hoff is, as I'm sure you know,

as the whole world knows...

...my son Lee's very special friend.

We don't mention Mrs. Hoff in this house

lest we upset Mrs. Hoff's husband...

...not to mention Lee's wife.

Tell me, Alfred,

do you think modern art is a reflection.

...of this very modern way of life?

Or do you think that this unmentionable way

of modern life.

...inspires the wretched refuse

we now call art?

Did I say something funny?

Wider, please.

- Can you see anything?

- Absolutely nothing.

Well, look some more.

There's something going on.

I was up half the night.

- You're perfectly fine.

- Is there any inflammation?

No.

Nothing a few years of intense

psychoanalysis wouldn't cure.

I don't find that amusing.

Put your shirt back on or you will get sick.

- Alfred...

- Thank you.

You're my brother.

You don't need to thank me.

Just with Emmy gone,

I find myself without a regular income.

I still have regular expenses with the gallery

and magazine...

- So I do find myself a little bit short.

- Please. I understand.

- I'll pay you back.

- I'm sure you will.

- I've started photographing again.

- Good.

And I'm planning

a wonderful new exhibition.

I'm sure.

A series of photographs of one person.

You can guess who.

Straight photographs. No tricks of any kind.

No humbug. No sentimentalism.

Prints so sharp you can see the pores

in the skin.

Heads, ears, toes, hands, torsos...

...clean-cut, heartfelt bits of universality

in the shape of a woman.

There's been nothing like it before.

It'll cause a sensation...

...and I'll finally have the money

to pay you back.

- You and everybody else.

- I wish you all the best, Alfred.

Why do you always sound so skeptical?

Well, last time I heard you this excited.

...is when you showed those paintings of

what's-his-name?

Nobody ever heard of him.

He was Italian, drew people with two noses.

- I can never remember his name.

- Pablo Picasso. And he's Spanish.

You were over the moon.

I've never seen you so worked up.

You hung dozens of paintings,

didn't sell a single one.

Well, he's still the greatest living painter

ever to come along in my lifetime.

- And you're still broke.

- Yeah, but that's...

Will he live, Dr. Stieglitz?

I don't know if I'd better kiss you.

You might catch...

Yes, you can.

Georgia, it's me, Alfred.

- Go away. Nobody home.

- Now, come on.

- Georgia, open the door.

- No, no. I'm working.

Well, we'll work together. Open the door.

No. Sorry, Alfred. This is my place.

You have to find your own place.

What do you mean, this is your place?

I built this thing.

- It's on my property, for God's sake.

- Well, do you own the grass?

Because I've been walking on it...

...and I don't remember

asking your permission.

Don't be so stupid. Just open the door.

Come on.

What are you doing in there?

- Let me in. Come on. Let me in.

- No! I'm working!

- How could you do this to us?

- Emmy, I never meant to hurt you...

...but I thought if you would meet her,

if you could see her...

...then you would understand...

- And if we understand each other...

- Alfred, please!

...then we could live together.

- What are you saying?

You, Kitty, me and Georgia.

- Alfred, you are a child.

- You're my wife!

- You're an idiot!

- I care deeply about you.

That's why I invited you here to meet her!

Why is it whatever I try to do, I hurt you?

Two people I want to hurt least in the world!

You are free to live your life as you choose...

...but flaunting that woman

and throwing her in our faces...

I am not flaunting her!

I just want you to meet her, for God's sake!

- No!

- I am not flaunting.

Mr. Stieglitz, it's time for us to leave now.

So, no matter how modern our ways...

- we remain stuck in the last century.

- Shut up, Mother.

Goodbye, Georgia. Good luck, dear.

I, Georgia, take you, Alfred...

- As my lawful wedded husband...

... As my lawful wedded husband...

...to have and to hold...

... To have and to hold...

...to love, honor and obey...

- Let's skip that part. What comes next?

- Well, the rings?

We don't have any rings.

We don't need rings, do we?

- No, not necessarily.

- Good.

So, well, I guess I now pronounce you

man and wife.

- Congratulations, Mrs. Stieglitz.

- O'Keeffe. Ms. O'Keeffe.

We don't have any money,

do we, Mr. Stieglitz?

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