I think I'm on art overload. I keep watching "Frida", visually one of my very favorite movies. Hell, one of my favorites hands down. Yesterday, I went to have breakfast at the O'keefe Museum in Santa Fe with Mom and Dad for my birthday. It was crazy amazing. I don't know that I've ever cried as a responce to art, but there I was in the galleries of the museum with tears streaking down my face. I was shocked at the passionate connection to these very intimate pieces of O'keefe's I felt. As a child, O'keefe was my hands down favorite, and has remained near and dear to my artistic heart. I nearly fainted when I found out we just happened to be there on a day when the research center would be opened for a guided tour to the first 20 that signed up. I wasn't that interested at first but nearly trampled several near by museum goers when the lady mentioned that we would have a rare glimpse at O'keefe's ACTUAL working materials. I was inches from her brushes, I was astonished by her color chips, swatches of paint on paperboard that she carefully crafted color formulations for in preperation for pieces. I so desperately wanted to reach out and touch her brushes if only for a second. Hoping to gleam some esoteric painting knowledge from these objects that had actually been grasped by her own hands. There was no touching, a part of me whimpered as each drawer of objects was closed, hidden from view, and gasped in anticipation as a new drawer begain to open. I asked many, many, questions the other lucky 19 people wishing I would just shut the hell up, i'm sure.

Anyway, these two days, O'keefe and Frida, they haven't left me inspired. But I can feel my batteries being charged, nearly full up. I'll be raring to go soon enough.