Painting with O'Keeffe

When a world-famous artist begins to lose her eyesight and puts down her brushes, it is a tragedy. When she starts to paint again, it must surely be a miracle.“What are those colors?” I asked, shouting over the wind.O’Keeffe raised her eyes skyward, resting both hands on the cane. She looked slowly all around, squinting against the flying sand, her white dress flapping loudly. Then she lowered her eyes toward me.“You tell me what they are,” she said.At first I thought she was jesting. I kne...