1. Georgia O’Keeffe, One Hundred Flowers
"A lot of her paintings look like vaginas." -Jane Margolis, 2.09: “4 Days Out”
How does Jane persuade her meth-cooking, pot-smoking, Wii-playing beau to set foot in the Georgia O’Keeffe museum? She brings up sex. The idea is not exactly new, and not exactly hers: the Freud-crazed critics of 1920s New York already saw O’Keeffe’s floral paintings as renditions of female genitalia. This annoyed the artist: “you write about my flower,” she once said, “as if I think and see what you think and see of the flower—and I don’t.” Perhaps it was for fear of such crude interpretations that she later published over a hundred of her favorite blossoms in a book with no text.
