David Jones was that rarest of creative imaginations, a man who, like William Blake – and the comparison is not an idle one – achieved greatness in the mediums of both art and poetry. And in a quiet street in Chichester, in the handsome Queen Anne building of Pallant House Gallery, visitors can (until 21 February) see the largest exhibition for more than 30 years of this Anglo-Welsh artist: it represents a fitting tribute to a remarkable man. Jones was born in Brockley, south London, in 1895, the son of a Welsh printer from the ancient pilgrimage town of Holywell and a mother whose roots were in the docklands of London. This dual inheritance obsessed the painter and poet all his life: Britain was maritime and mountainous, island and empire, Celtic and Cockney, and the spiritua