"My first memory is of the brightness of light, light all around," the painter wrote as she was approaching her 90s. She had been nine months old, sitting among white pillows outside her parents' farmhouse in the wheat country near Sun Prairie, Wis.; the Civil War had ended less than 25 years before, the Ford was not invented, and Picasso was six. That infant memory of brightness would irradiate her work for the best part of a century, leaving no doubt, when Georgia O'Keeffe died last week in Santa Fe at the age of 98, that one of the great American...
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