Samuel Palmer is a frustrating person to write about. As an artist his production over his working life was relatively small, in some cases literally so. He was also secretive and shy keeping some of his best pictures to be discovered only after he had died. In her sensitive account of this endearing, unassuming and sad genius, RCJ reveals how easy it was to misjudge his stature till long after his death.
(James Baker - bwl 64 Spring 2012 ) |
