I can appreciate that passion. I did much the same thing with my house. Only I called it house stalking. I drove by it every couple of months and I left them a note telling them to call me if they ever decided to sell their house. They did, two years later. With O'Keeffe, it is called artistic vision. But I feel like I understand what she was going through when she saw that door and made the decision that she was going to live THERE.
And so it was with great pleasure that we arrived at the Abiquiu Inn ready to take our tour.
IN WHICH OUR TROUBLES BEGIN
However, when we got there, we found that we were quite a bit early. Like an hour and a half early. It was about 9:26 and our tour wasn't until 11 am. I looked at the printout from the museum website and started to get the first tinglings of worry:
"Please be aware that public restrooms are not available at the Georgia O’Keeffe Home and Studio, but are provided at the Abiquiu Inn. (emphasis added.) If you have special needs, please notify us when making your reservation. Note-taking, tape recording, or sketching anywhere on the property is not permitted.
WHERE THE GHOST OF GEORGIA O'KEEFFE AND COACH JOIN US
IN WHICH GEORGIA O'KEEFFE TELLS OFF THE TOUR GUIDE LADY
I motioned to Fred. "It's a good thing she likes us!"
Our last stop was her studio. They had the ropes back at the very end of the studio so we couldn't possibly see into her bathroom or think of going to use it. Georgia was very happy to be in her studio.
The tour guide lady spoke of how Georgia had installed the light carpet because her macular degeneration had made it difficult to see her black chow dogs and she didn't want to step on them and hurt them.
Coach eased over closer to Georgia and she patted his head as best as a ghost can do. As the tour ended, Coach disappeared back into the ether of my imagination, but I think Georgia and her chows are out there in Abiquiu in the land they loved.
|Georgia O'keeffe and her Chow|
Artist: John Loengard