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.
Those in the know in the art world have been celebrating for decades the work of one of the most distinctive British artists to emerge in the years after the Second World War. Born in 1919, Clough came to prominence in the early 1950s and for half a century, right