Watercolors: A Beginning and an End

How quickly time passes! Is it true that the older you get, the faster time goes? I feel this summer in Santa Fe has been some sort of vacuum where time never actually existed, but was instead a collection of unforgettable, life-changing moments strung together. It is amazing to think that just two and a half…

Pedernal: 1945 to 2015

When I was thirteen years old, I visited the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum with my parents. I still remember the moment I turned a corner and saw this: Pedernal (1945) I was stunned. I stood in awe of this artist’s magnificent representation of land and sky. I was drawn to the distant, magical space Miss O’Keeffe re-created on paper. At that moment,…

The Land of Enchantment

Are you called to a specific place? Does one area of the world draw you in? When I moved to New Mexico at the beginning of the summer, a woman told me during a serendipitous conversation: “New Mexico. It either chews you up and spits you out, or pulls you back in.” I’m definitely being pulled back. They…

Snapshots

Some days it feels like we are buried alive by forks, teacups, and saucers. Don’t get me wrong, I love the amount of attention we pay to each detail to label, organize, and order objects in the museum collection, but some days it is nice to have a break. These breaks happen every Monday when I work with the Research Center…

Artist or Curator?

After a very busy week of full-throttle cataloging, this blog post must be concise. “But how?” I ask, knowing there are too many fascinating details to include. I’m frozen at the keyboard thinking, “What Would O’Keeffe Do?” Many of her paintings scroll through my mind as I search for an answer. I try to match each with the…

Head in the Clouds

“. . . and the SKY – Anita you have never seen SKY – it is wonderful . . .” -Georgia O’Keeffe in a letter to Anita Pollitzer, September 11, 1916 With all of this rain lately, the clouds have been mesmerizing. There are days at the Ranch when rain pours down by the distant Pedernal…

The Art of Cooking: A Process

It’s morning and that means one thing and one thing only: coffee. There’s nothing quite like opening up a fresh bag of beans, smelling the lovely aroma, and sipping on the final product with my hands wrapped around the mug for a full warm and cozy effect. Because of my coffee obsession, I was on the hunt for…