I have a few Russell Flints inherited from a pair of alcoholic mad recluse relatives. Currently in storage rather than on display. Are they really that bad?
He was an exceptionally skilled painter, who, IMO, wasted his abilities on dubious images. They are the hand-made equivalents of page three photographs in The Sun. A disturbing feature of them is that they feature Dusky Maidens in exotic locations. There is a hint of Edwardian voyeurism and eve sex-tourism about them.
The exotic girls are not all he painted, however. He also painted landscapes, which are often good. They aren't as easy to find, though.