From 1915 until 1946, some 25,000 pieces of paper were exchanged
between two major 20th-century artists. Painter Georgia O'Keeffe and
photographer Alfred Stieglitz wrote each other letters — sometimes two
and three a day, some of them 40 pages long. The correspondence tracks
their relationship from acquaintances to admirers to lovers to man and
wife to exasperated — but still together — long-marrieds.
The first volume of those letters has just been published. My Faraway One, edited by Sarah Greenough, features 700-plus pages of the couple's correspondence, sent between 1915 and 1933.
When
Stieglitz and O'Keeffe met in 1916, he was 52 and famous — an
internationally acclaimed photographer, with an avant-garde gallery in
Manhattan. She, on the other hand, was 28 and unknown.
"Stieglitz
was the most important person in the New York art world," explains
Greenough, head of the photography department at the National Gallery
of Art in Washington, D.C. "And O'Keeffe was a schoolteacher" —
teaching art in Texas.
I'm getting to like you so tremendously that it some times scares me.
The
couple's correspondence — O'Keeffe's in sweeping squiggles and
curlicues; Stieglitz in thick, decisive slanting black lines — cascaded
over the years as their relationship deepened.
"I'm
getting to like you so tremendously that it some times scares me,"
O'Keeffe writes from Canyon, Texas, on Nov. 4, 1916. " ... Having told
you so much of me — more than anyone else I know — could anything else
follow but that I should want you — "
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Stieglitz
becomes her guide and mentor. He exhibits her work in his gallery, and,
unannounced, O'Keeffe visits him in New York. As she's about to return
to Texas, Stieglitz writes to her on June, 1, 1917: "How I wanted to
photograph you — the hands — the mouth — & eyes — & the
enveloped in black body — the touch of white — & the throat — but I
didn't want to break into your time — "
He's beginning to yearn. Miserable in his first marriage, he starts to see her not as O'Keeffe the artist, but as O'Keeffe the woman. Years later, he will photograph her — with what she described as "a kind of heat."
"Stieglitz
was an immensely charismatic person, amazingly egotistical and
narcissistic," Greenough says, "but he had this ability to establish a
deep communion with people."
All I want is to preserve that wonderful something which so purely exists between us.
O'Keeffe decides to move to New York, and before she arrives, Stieglitz writes to her on May 26, 1918: "What
do I want from you? — ... Sometimes I feel I'm going stark mad — That I
ought to say — Dearest — You are so much to me that you must not come
near me — Coming may bring you darkness instead of light — And it's in
Everlasting light that you should live."
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Stieglitz
worries that he won't be able to provide for her. He has no head for
business. Still, eagerly, he gets a small studio cleaned and aired for
her, and writes: "All I want is to preserve that wonderful something
which so purely exists between us."
O'Keeffe
comes to New York, and she and Stieglitz begin living together almost
immediately. They marry in 1924. "They were entranced — passionately in
love," Greenough says. "And yet by the mid-'20s, difficulties start
creeping into the relationship; you can see the cracks in the
relationship."
O'Keefe deeply wants to have
a child, and Stieglitz does not, Greenough explains. The couple lives
with Stieglitz's family, which proves difficult for O'Keeffe. They
spend every summer at Lake George in New York with the Stieglitz
family, "and that family very much intruded on O'Keeffe's time to
paint," Greenough says.
O'Keeffe becomes a
famous artist — thanks in large part to Steiglitz's promotion of her.
She grows increasingly restless and, according to Greenough, starts
making little trips. In the summer of 1929, she decides to go to New
Mexico — a seminal decision that will forever change their lives.
"This
really isn't like anything you ever saw — and no one who tells you
about it gives any idea of it," she writes to Stieglitz from Taos,
N.M., on May 2, 1929.
"Mabel's place beats anything
you can imagine about it — it is simply astonishing," O'Keeffe writes.
"... The drive up here — seventy-five miles — was wonderful — It is
bedtime and I am not a bit sleepy — not even tired — I lay in the sun a
long time this afternoon — the air is cold and the wind — but the sun
is hot — "
O'Keeffe, now 42, is coming alive
in New Mexico. She finds the subjects and colors that will place her
work in every major museum. Her letters are full of adventures and
sunshine. Back in New York, Stieglitz, now 65, falls apart. "I am
broken," he writes, desperate that he has lost her and will never get
her back.
Today it rains —
"This letter to me seems to express what any modern woman feels," Greenough says, "trying to reconcile the desires for work, their art, with a marriage."
A very modern marriage, which
lasts — with changes, variations, temptations, an infidelity and, of
course, letters — until Stieglitz dies in 1946. Throughout, each groped
for personal and professional fulfillment — and achieved so much. The
relationship, from 1915 to 1933, is traced in Volume 1 of My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz.