All Her Lines (the Artist)

All her lines are fine and shift in remarkable ways as she brushes hair, hip and décolleté, or strokes to draw an eye. A simpered lip shapes vocabularies and certain curves string a long line of one-eyed rube-in-ruts in their wake. she will amuse the dandy or dangle depending on her angle, But, what he … Continue reading All Her Lines (the Artist) →

Georgia O’Keefe’s “Vision of the Black Cross, New Mexico”

There are those for whom The Cross is the phallus church of Christboyo rising triumphant—or rampant in the nunnery; but her cross is the empty neuter nutless prong and crosscock that weighs more than even sunlight and soil— that delineates a great black barrier between pale heaven and what gray we gain of earth— that … Continue reading Georgia O’Keefe’s “Vision of the Black Cross, New Mexico” →