"I live, you might say, in gilded squalor," Dublin-born painter Francis Bacon once remarked, explaining his attachment to 7 Reece Mews, the spartan twelve-by-eight-foot London flat that was both his home and studio for the last 30 years of his life. For Bacon, the drab, confining space, accessed by a ship's ladder, was more than just a place to hang his hat. With its … [Read more...] about The Beckett of Paint