A gorgeous and sumptuous collection of one hundred of Georgia O'Keefe's flowers, which are not the major part of the artist she was, but for which she is justly well-known. The flowers are surreal in their riotous color and expansiveness. Georgia O'Keeffe may have denied this was her intent, but many of the flowers convey sexual overtones, and there is one that puts me in mind of a ballet dancer; another reminds me of the lava spray of a bursting volcano. There is a short afterword by the editor, which is interesting, but the flowers are really sufficient unto themselves, and that is wisely just how they are presented in this book. ( )