Laura Freeman Laura Freeman

Out of order

But Tate St Ives's new exhibition, which refuses to organise the paintings chronologically, does a disservice to Heron's work

Patrick Heron’s paintings of the 1950s melt like ice creams. You want to run your tongue along the canvas and catch the drips. They capture a sense of summer holiday sea-and-scampi freedom. When Heron (1920–99) was five, his father, a blouse and silk-scarf manufacturer, moved from Leeds to St Ives in Cornwall.

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