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I ordered another volume of Picasso, by Julie Birmant and Clément Oubrerie.  It arrived, in Spanish (bizarrely), which matters little since it’s the pictures that fascinate, more than the text. Or not the pictures so much, as the colour palette. The colourist is a massively talented Franco-Vietnamese artist, Sandra Desmazières.  Colourists rarely get recognition, yet it’s often their skill that makes the book.