Julian Spalding

When Francis Davison made me judge — and burn — his art

Andrew Lambirth's handsome volume on Davison's work deals only with the foothills of his oeuvre. The artist remains a genius to be discovered

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  • Francis Davison

    Andrew Lambirth

    Sansom & Co, pp. 160

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