Last week I found myself thinking about the painter Georgia O’Keefe
There was an exhibition of her works at the Hayward Gallery in the early 90’s.
I remember it especially for some simple charcoal sketches, more than for her well known flower paintings,
One in particular, the catalogue said, she had always been reluctant to exhibit
It would hurt the feelings, she said, of the friend whose (unflattering) portrait it was
To anybody else, it was just a line
It was the fuss over the Julie Myerson book which brought that to mind
