The abundant and wide-ranging material that covered Francis Bacon's studio was essential inspiration—and perhaps reveals something of this enigmatic artist.
by Rebecca Daniels and Martin Harrison
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I remember feeling astonished when, in 1991, Francis Bacon invited me to enter his studio. It was, after all, an intensely private place, and this secretive man preferred to work there undisturbed. Martin Harrison, whose keen-eyed research into the contents of the artist’s lair has now resulted in the arresting Francis Bacon: Incunabula, declares that “only Bacon’s closest friends were allowed into his Reece Mews studio.” I was no more than an acquaintance, who had interviewed him on two occasions before. So I never expected him to take me there and allow me to gaze at the extraordinary accumulation of found images festooning every available surface.
Evidence of Bacon’s works in progress, including an unfinished canvas from a series he described to me as “paintings about places where murder has been committed,”
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