William Blake’s artwork never makes it onto shortbread tins.
It is far too disturbing for that. His colours are a psychedelic nightmare.
The Fitzwilliam Museum’s exhibition tries to ask, ‘Why?’
Who was this man who challenged artistic orthodoxy and why did he frame himself as Joseph of Arimathea at a time when the whole world seemed to be in revolution?
Here’s the review I wrote for East Anglia Bylines.