Georgia O'Keeffe's New Mexico - The Taos Church

I am a Sunday painter and have loved art since apueblo at Acoma, a Pueblo Indian reservation on
friend bought me a canvas and a set of oil paintsthe top of a mesa. The drive into the desert
when I was in high school. I'm a frequent visitortakes a half hour under the big New Mexico sky
to museums, and I only view a gallery or twowith eerie rock formations lining the road. After a
during a visit. When I moved to Fort Worth in thewhile, the rocks begin to look like familiar forms
early eighties, my first outing was to the Amonas you imagine a building or face appearing here
Carter Museum of Western Art. One Saturday,and there in the eroded rock masses. I was
the museum had both a Remington and Georgiafascinated by this strange, new environment.
O'Keeffe show.We drove to Taos a day later and shopped in
The curious thing about the first collection wasboutiques selling both Pueblo and Navajo Indian
that all of the paintings were executed in blackwares. What I didn't know at the time was that
and white oil paint. It was a show of the canvaseswe were only four miles from the San Francisco
that Remington had painted for magazine coversde Asis Mission Church at Ranchos de Taos, the
before the days of color photography. It is quite achurch that was the subject of Georgia
unique experience seeing a painting done in shadesO'Keeffe's painting that I viewed dismissively.
of gray.A couple weeks after returning to Fort Worth, I
After studying the collection, I spent some timevisited the Amon Carter Museum again. When I
looking at a painting by William Harnett, titledentered the front door, the O'Keefe gallery was in
"Attention, Company!" and I was captivated bysight, and I could see one of her paintings, "White
the trompe l'oeil style of the painting. BeforeCamellia." I was drawn into the room and to the
leaving the museum, I looked at the O'Keeffe"Taos Church" painting. I had fallen in love with the
works briefly and remember seeing the "TaosNew Mexico landscape and the painting was
Church" piece and another macro-painting of asuddenly magnificent, beautiful beyond description.
flower. I neither understood her style, nor theI felt as if I was standing before the church in
importance of her collection.Rancho de Taos, and could almost feel the heat
A few days later, I drove to Albuquerque for myof the sun that baked fissures into the adobe
first trip west of the Red River to visit my familystructure. I felt a momentary oneness with the
who had recently relocated to New Mexico. Theartist and the painting--an aesthetic experience
sun was setting as I descended down thethat is vivid in my mind even today.
corniche carved in the side of the mountainPerhaps one characteristic of great art is that a
toward the valley of the town. Scrub pinyon pinesmasterpiece can take on different meanings at
dotted the barren landscape and the city wasdifferent stages of a person's life. Through time,
dotted with lights as night descended on theone sees details that they missed when they first
desert. It was dark when I arrived in Rio Rancho,viewed the painting. The experience taught me a
situated on a plateau on the west side of thegreat lesson about art, that it is to be viewed,
mountains with a view of the city that looked likeenjoyed and sometimes cherished without the
a sea of diamonds shimmering in the darkness.rendering of the judgment of a quick glance.
The next day, we drove for an hour to reach the