O'Keeffe revelation makes Globes an informative experience

Well, as I watch this year's Golden Globe awards and almost just threw up when egotistical, rude and obnoxious Alec Baldwin (I worked with him and the rest of the Baldwin brothers... I know) won yet another one, I was stunned to learn that a movie on the life of late American superstar artist Georgia O'Keeffe... WE INTERRUPT THIS ENTRY TO REPORT THAT SOPHIA LOREN JUST MADE AN APPEARANCE ON STAGE AND SHE IS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING (but I digress)... BACK TO OUR ENTRY... ran on the Lifetime channel in September.

Gosh, I am so in awe of that woman, who died at age 98 in the late 1980s. Anyone else know her art? If not, ya gotta look into it. Her colours, her subject matter, her talent and her eccentricity, make her one of the most fabled female artists in history. Did you know she dressed mainly in black and white when photographed because she believed the art and not the artist should be the focal point? She was not, however, photographed often, at least not after the passing of her late lover-then-husband Alfred Stieglitz, the father of modern photography. It was the affair between Stieglitz and O'Keeffe, which began in the 1920s after he started exhibiting the young artist's work at his fabled New York studio, that really drew me into their life stories two years ago. Artistic geniuses both, they were destined to be together, despite the vast age gap, Stieglitz being decades older and married when they met.

Stieglitz was an atheist born into a German Jewish family, she was quite Christian, and the two spent summers at the family's Lake George, New York house, working and playing. There and New York, actually, a city O'Keeffe grew to hate. When her husband died pretty much of old age, she went back to her favourite spot on Earth, Ghost Ranch, in New Mexico, and stayed there till her death, a virtual recluse. She later purchased an old adobe church in the wee town of Abiquiú, New Mexico, and made this her home. It had this incredible wooden door she was enamoured of.

I won't go on, though I can with total fascination, but I am still thrilled that a dramatic film on her life, starring Joan Allen as O'Keeffe and Jeremy Irons as Stieglitz, has been made. I haven't read great reviews on it yet, but it's still worth seeing, if only to gain a visual glimpse into the woman, as we have already been left with the untold riches of her art.

I just hope the then-young opportunist who inserted himself quite outrageously into her life during her waning years, Juan (real name, John) Hamilton, doesn't find a way to make a buck out of this project, as well. He's made millions off O'Keeffe's talent and trust already.