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Scenes on Sunday ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.  ~  Thomas Merton

I once spent a very long day visiting the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum in Santa Fe, New Mexico.  It was damn cold and snowing.  Visiting an art collection was not something I would ever have thought I would want to do ~ but then I never thought I’d ever be in New Mexico.

However, the paintings were interesting ~ mostly they looked like weirdly abstract renditions of female nether regions.  I’m not the first person to have thought that.







jack collier


Generally speaking,

I like inner vaginas, they have less to say.

~ Robert Black

Santa Fe Trail

‘the trail to Santa Fe means eradicating the Kiowa and the Comanche’

shot from the car on the Road to Santa Fe

Went to Santa Fe in New Mexico ~ change scene to Classic Western movie starring Errol Flynn, Olivia de Havilland, and Ronald Reagan as General George Armstrong Custer.  And nope, it wasn’t anything like that at all.

For a start it was snowing, and that made it more like a Clint Eastwood nihilistic spaghetti western.  Then we had lunch in the coolest New Mexico menu restaurant, which was full of sexy chi-chi women.  And after that I took in the Georgia O’Keeffe art museum, which was all about weird multi-million dollar paintings.

O’Keeffe’s work is ostensibly of flowers, but trust me, most of her paintings spoke to me of abstract images of female genitalia.  Weird.

The girl riding shotgun and I wandered around a few art galleries too.  Either Santa Fe NM is a seriously wealthy town, or seriously wealthy people go there to buy art.

All in all I like Santa Fe, even if it is more Clint Eastwood and Georgia O’Keeffe than Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland.  An almost accidental little road trip, with an accidentally great result.

Just another confirmation that I’m suddenly living the good life.

Some say that great art is not meant to be understood.  And that what you see in a painting is merely a reflection of your own subconscious mind.  All I know is that flowers really are sexual organs.


Jack Collier



a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

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