Sunday with Georgia and Alfred

O’Keeffe is like, “look at my massive pelvis, look how it echoes the landscape”, and the artist Stieglitz is like, “if you love me, why don’t you come back to New York?” O’Keeffe is like, “look at the contrast between convex and concave forms, between smooth and jagged edges”, and Stieglitz is like, “are you listening to me? Why don’t you come back to New York?” O’Keefe is like “the light is so good in New Mexico, I’m so glad I left that deadbeat Stieglitz.”