I find it hard to review this book as an art critic, if indeed that's what I'm supposed to be doing. Perhaps I'll review it as an "artist" instead. The book drew me in by the presence of O'Keefe's landscapes--mountains and hills and plains. I came here to get in closer touch with this aspect of her work, as it seems in confluence with my own. The southwestern desert becomes a kind of archetype if you look at these paintings long enough.
There is not much to say. It's a really large volume with page-full reproductions in sky blue, burnt sienna, ochre magenta bone white green, everything somehow dry and full of vitality at the same time.
I sit and look at the landscapes, following each rise and gully, and I relate. It makes me feel good about my own life and my own vision. In some small way, Georgia O'Keefe is a sister. If she has ever felt so to you also, see if you can get a copy of this book and sit with it for a while. It's beautiful.