Maybe it is because the rain has been relentless today. Maybe it is because much of my family is gathering in upstate New York for Thanksgiving. Maybe it is because of the poster still hanging at the top of the second-floor stairs in my townhouse. I am thinking of Georgia O’Keeffe today. Not of that print of Purple Petunias that I walk past every day. Nor the iconic photographs Alfred Stieglitz took of her.
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I was arrested first by the dark, linear wood floor inside the cage, lying underneath suspended things. Filmy, yellowed fabrics most seeming to hang from nowhere interspersed with chain link of varying sizes and smaller dark bits; a collar made of shiny, luxurious fur and what seemed like the body of a scorched game hen. All of this and more encircled by a black metal cage with the door propped open, but blocked. To be viewed but not entered.
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