Red Hills and White Shell by Georgia O’Keefe


These bold, crisp, curvy splashes of rose coral, yellow and creamy beige strokes are like hot lava spewing out of the ground, leaving a fiery glow above the molten rocks.  How surprisingly Georgia O’Keefe inspires me to write about this painting especially after saying:

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.”

Looking deeper into the ‘Red Hills and White Shell,’  I see myself walking through poppy fields plucking each petal as they evaporate with the likes of hot summer breezes in Provence.  As I cocoon deeper into the shell, as when in my mother’s warm womb, I sense mother was preparing and protecting me from the world I would eventually encounter.   Georgia’s words and art cajole my heart when she further explains:

“I find that I have painted my life – things happening in my life – without knowing.”

Georgia’s flaming desert sunset reminds me of my mother’s simmering furnace of love  knowing she is waiting for me as I write my way home.