What she liked to do was look and then retreat, spending days at a time deep in the landscape, making sketches in the rear of her Ford. Back in Manhattan for the winter, she painted from memory, dispensing with all but the essentials, trying to capture the heart of it: the scent of sagebrush and cedar, the way it felt at dusk as if you could climb a ladder right into the sky, the faraway magically nearby. (https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2016/jul/01/georgia-okeeffe-tate-modern-exhibition-wild-beauty)