Anthony Cummins, 'Taking a firm line' (Spectator, 23/10/2010)
This book collects nearly 300 examples of Alasdair Gray’s work as a painter and illustrator. As an art student in 1950s Glasgow, he scorned the conservatism of tutors who painted the way ‘Monet might have painted had he been timid and Scottish, with an inferior grasp of colour and design’. Instead of traditional still lifes and landscapes, he produced devious biblical scenes populated with weird and sinewy figures inspired by Blake, Breughel and Bosch. Gray remarks that his mother’s death when he was 17 gave him a horrified fascination — further fuelled by his eczema — with ‘bones, nerves, veins, glands… [the] muscular and connective tissues that amount to a human being’. A lecturer asked if he ‘needed to make people look ugly and tortured’.
That description hardly applies to the work that Gray went on to produce after his degree. The lines in his portraits are pleasingly simple; there is little shading, and a lot of blank space. It is, he explains, an aesthetic rooted in the problem of needing to earn your keep: ‘To paint steadily like Cézanne requires an unearned income.’ The cash nexus is a recurring theme here; we read a lot about wrangles with administrators who hold the purse strings of publicly funded art. One solution, in lieu of a windfall, is to draw people ‘by swiftly putting a line round them’ and making the background ‘look like skin with [the] surrounding colours and tones’.
The famous Glaswegians thus represented are among many attractions here. We see a pinstriped Teddy Taylor in Castlemilk, a stately-looking Edwin Morgan, and James Kelman with a quizzical air, volumes of Kafka and Beckett visible on the bookshelf behind him. There are also several studies of Gray’s wife, Inge, who died in 2000. One shows her reading Bellow’s Herzog, heavily pregnant with their son, Andrew, who later poses dutifully throughout his childhood and teenage years (he looks especially long-suffering as a 17-year-old Mod in 1980). Women seemed to like sitting naked for Gray, especially after 1970, when he and Inge divorced. A publisher rejects a manuscript and a friend advises him that ‘the best cure would be to paint another nude’.