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Escape from Georgia (O’Keeffe)

    “The artist passed away in 1986,” the museum guide said, backing away from me slowly. The famous photo of O’Keeffe hung just to her right, and she gave it a glance as she worked her way around me. “You know, it’s not uncommon for people to feel overwhelmed by her art. It can be quite emotional.” She’d reached her desk now, and put it between us. “Can I get you a glass of water?” Or a Xanax, perhaps? I smiled, trying to appear if not sane, at least non-violent. “I’m fine,” I said. Even though Georgia O’Keeffe is staring at me. Why am I dithering about in this museum? She wants to know. Didn’t I come to New Mexico to write? Apparently, no one could hear Georgia…