Iconfess: I had never stopped to look at the paintings of Prunella Clough. I had paused now and then over the shifting light in one of her supremely refined orchestrations of grey on grey. But I had never stopped to look properly in the way these canvases require. Now this book comes as a revelation, such that I feel I have years of careful looking to catch up on. 

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