There are so many things about Georgia O’Keefe that inspire me. When she moved from New York to New Mexico, her heartland, she taught herself to drive –– a rarity for women in 1929. I imagine her driving those open desert roads all alone in her Ford-Model-A, (nicknamed “Hello”) a couple of horse skulls and three canvases in the back. She used the car as a makeshift studio, folding down the seats and setting up her easel so as to avoid the harsh rays of the sun. ‘This afternoon, G. and I put on our bathing suits, connected the hose, and washed the Ford. Much shrieking with laughter and it came out shining like a new button,” wrote O’Keefe’s friend, Rebecca Strand to her husband back in New York. Here she is, in her mobile studio, shot by another great friend, Ansel Adams.
