I recall an August afternoon in Chicago in 1973 when I took my daughter, then seven, to see what Georgia OโKeeffe had done with where she had been. One of the vast OโKeeffe โSky Above Cloudsโ canvases floated over the back stairs in the Chicago Art Institute that day, dominating what seemed to be several stories of empty light, and my daughter looked at it once, ran to the landing, and kept on looking. "Who drew it," she whispered after a while. I told her. "I need to talk to her," she said finally.
Joan DidionI know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.
Joan Didion