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| Georgia O'Keeffe, Black Abstraction 1927 |
For
now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And
that was what now she often felt the
need of--to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the
being and the
doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense
of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something
invisible to others.
To the Lighthouse (65)
On
September 3, 1939, war was declared with Germany. In her diary Woolf records the “tepid”
pleasure of sewing blackout curtains
(D5 234).
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