"Singing," says Artist Georgia O'Keeffe, "has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. Since I cannot sing, I paint." Last week 57 examples of her kind of song went on view in Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art. Each one had the contrived spontaneity of music, and in each the melody of line and color meant more than the bones, blossoms, skyscrapers, barns, crosses and canyon walls she used for lyrics.
Whatever else can be said about her, no one paints a pelvis or a skull more cleanly or searchingly than O'Keeffe. Her brush, like a surgical knife, pares the...
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