Georgia O'Keeffe Page #6

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...that weed, the Jimsonweed...

...and then some of the white abstractions.

There's a market for white at the moment.

Some Chinese hogwash about yin and yang...

...and earth and sky, masculine, feminine,

you know.

So, it's perfect timing. It's good for you.

And good for me.

What do you say?

All right, I'll take that as a yes.

So, now, you just get yourself better...

I'll hang the show,

and I'll have it up when you get out of here.

Give the press something to write about.

Rising from the ashes, blah, blah, blah.

Well...

I better say goodbye.

Bye, then.

Right.

- How is she?

- She's fine. Fine.

She loved the idea of the show.

She loved the flowers, too.

It's gonna be so great to get going again.

We're a team, you see? Always were.

We think the same.

Well, we're a marriage.

O'Keeffe and Stieglitz.

Always was, always will be.

Yes, it's a marriage.

It's taken me nearly 18 months to begin

to try to paint again.

In this time, so many things have turned

over in me and come out clear to me.

I feel like a reed blown about by the winds

of my habits, my affections, things that I am.

And I find myself moving more and more

to a kind of aloneness.

Not because I wish it so,

but because there seems no other way.

No other way if I am to be what I need to be.

I must be apart now. I see that now.

It's clear to me

that we cannot meet each other's needs...

...and I must admit

that there is some strange sense of relief.

...that you have someone else to care for you

in a way that is impossible for me.

I still miss you terribly even though I'm glad

to be gone, to be alone.

Alfred?

So, what do you think?

Very good.

This one is upside down, but I like it.

Show didn't do very well.

But we did sell one painting,

irony of ironies...

...to the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

An O'Keeffe at the Metropolitan.

What do you say to that?

Well... Well, that's wonderful.

I wanted to surprise you.

An American woman at the Metropolitan.

- Do you see what we've achieved?

- Yes, I do see.

Got another surprise for you.

I found you a studio at the Shelton

just upstairs from the apartment.

I put a deposit on it. It's all yours.

And if you ever feel like seeing me,

I'll be handy, just downstairs, so to speak.

I might use a corner of it for myself,

but I won't disturb you or your privacy.

- Alfred...

- No, no, no, no, no, no.

It's fine. It's fine. We can afford it.

Alfred, listen to me.

I'm leaving.

But you've only just arrived.

I'm on the train for Chicago and then

I'm changing this afternoon for New Mexico...

...and I wanted to come

and say goodbye to you.

- Too fast.

- I owe you so much.

I don't want your gratitude!

But I am grateful, despite everything.

Lee thinks I'm cruel.

But I'm not, not here, not in my heart.

No. Not in your heart.

Nor in mine.

In my heart...

I have only loved you,

and I'll love you forever.

But, but, but. I hear a but coming.

Yes. But I have to leave.

- You won't be happy without me, you know.

- I know. I'll be miserable.

I know I'm not your better half, but...

I am half of you, more than half.

Much more.

My life, my work, everything.

It's yours. It's all yours.

But you see, that's why I have to leave.

I have to take what's yours and make it mine.

- Please let me go, Mr. Stieglitz. Please.

- All right, all right, all right. You go. Go.

But you'll be back.

- Will I?

- We're not finished yet.

Not yet, Ms. O'Keeffe.

But for now, you go. Go.

Go west, young woman. Go west.

I'll be here. I'll be waiting.

- Alfred...

- Go, go, go, go.

Dear Ms. O'Keeffe, what you say is all true.

You have found yourself, are yourself,

all health and life as I wished for you.

I have succeeded, and so have you.

But we have lost a part of each other.

That's the irony of our lives.

I love you, Georgia. Don't you know it?

I'd like to die in your arms.

That's my one great wish.

I was in the supermarket

in Espanola buying groceries.

when the news came to me

that he had suffered a stroke.

I went straight to the airport

from the checkout counter...

...arrived in time to sit with him until the end.

I can still see to the end of my arm,

so I can still work.

But the world is a blur now.

I see it mostly from memory,

and I can still feel it.

I can still feel the light. Can you feel that?

So much to do, so much to paint.

You know, sometimes when I get an idea

for a picture, I think, "How ordinary.

"Why should I paint some old rock,

some old hill...

"or flower that I can barely see anymore?

"Why not go for a walk instead?"

But then I realize that to someone else,

it may not seem ordinary at all.

So I do it as best I can.

And when it's done, I think, "Now,

what would Mr. Stieglitz think of this?"

Because, the truth is,

I would rather have him like something...

...anything, I had done

more than anyone else I know.

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