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which was framed between two white pillars—the pillars   into being through a long process of metamorphosis—
                             belonged to the holiday villa which he rented in Spain   Heath talks of 'a progressive discarding of literal and con-
                              eight months ago. 'But it took me a long time to find that   ventional meaning in favour of a new and unexpected
                              out,' he says. 'At first, I couldn't remember where it   image that has to be found.' It's a way of painting which
                              came from. You'll see the same shape in other pictures.'   obviously involves risks—at any moment the whole pro-
                              This kind of remark offers a hint as to the way in which   cess may go wrong. Heath's studio is full of unfinished and
                              Heath's pictures are made, and the method strikes me as   discarded canvases.
                              being an exceptionally interesting one. Though he is, as   This method of working fascinates me for several rea-
                              I've said, a romantic painter, the creative rhythm is slow.   sons. One of them is this—that it calls into question our
                              Unlike many modern abstract artists, Heath is a prolific   usual definition of 'spontaneity'. The adjective 'spon-
                              draughtsman, and his preliminary drawings are, as often   taneous' generally carries a complimentary overtone
                             as not, figurative—rapid sketches of the nude, notations  when applied to painting. I've certainly used it in that
                              of landscape. These drawings (which he has never, I   way in my first paragraph. And there, what I was really
                              think, exhibited) would perhaps strike the casual ob-  saying, I suppose, was that the paintings seemed to arouse
                             server as being already more 'abstract' than the artist   `spontaneous' feelings in myself, and that I found this
                              himself seems to think. The eye puzzles over a tangle of   pleasurable. But the adjective could, I think, be read in
                              lines and forms, which suddenly resolves itself into the   another way— to imply that the pictures were the dazzling
                              torso of a woman. What is deceptive is the way the draw-  embodiments of momentary impulses. And this is some-
                              ing is placed on the sheet, and the unexpected points of   thing which Heath's paintings quite clearly are not.
                              emphasis which the artist has found. Already, in these   How does this kind of painting compare with what it so
                             very early sketches, the forms have an entirely personal   nearly resembles on occasion— the work of the Abstract
                              feel to them—the same feeling which will afterwards re-  Impressionists ? I think I can answer this question more
                              appear in the non-representational finished canvas.   satisfactorily by replying to it obliquely. Jasper Johns,
                               After the preliminary drawing has been made, the idea   who is in one way the heir of the Abstract Impressionists,
                              goes through many stages, and the process is perhaps less   and in another the leader of a counter-revolution, once
                              deliberately planned than it might seem from my descrip-  made some paintings and lithographs concerned with the
                              tion here. Basically, what Heath does is to draw from his   idea of numbers (numerals) being printed or painted one
                              own drawings, and these further studies are often worked   on top of the other. The notion was that the final result
                              over in pastel and water-colour. That is, the picture comes   embodied all the previous images in the series. This, but
                                                                                less theoretically, is what Heath is trying to do. His
                                                                                paintings have a real density of meaning because so many
                                                                                meanings have gone into them. But the meanings are
                                                                                still things spontaneously generated in the artist's mind.
                                                                                 The intrusion of Johns and his use of numerals into this
                                                                                commentary reminds me of another pleasurable en-
                                                                                counter in recent weeks—with the young German typo-
                                                                                grapher  Hansjorg Mayer,  who has been in England
                                                                                lecturing at the Royal College of Art, at Corsham, and
                                                                                elsewhere. Mayer is a publisher as well as a typographer,
                                                                                and his Futura series of broadsheets are among the most
                                                                                interesting things of their sort that I know. Philosophi-
                                                                                cally, he stands at the opposite pole from Adrian Heath.
                                                                                His concerns have their roots in the work of the pioneer
                                                                                constructivists.
                                                                                 Mayer has said of his work: 'I believe that it is necessary
                                                                                to get away from personal taste and style, the constructed
                                                                                letter based on the line and the circle is my material. All
                                                                                my compositions are constructed in the concrete way—
                                                                                all material is used functionally. ... This kind of concrete
                                                                                typography relates to concrete poetry on its visual side,
                                                                                in the same way that sound poems, devoid of semantic
                                                                                values, relate to the phonetic side.'
                                                                                 The sudden liberation of the letters of the alphabet (it
                                                                                amounts to no less) brought about by concrete poetry and
                                                                                by related experiments, is something which I find fas-
                                                                                cinating. The reason is, I think, something to do with
                                                                                giving the work of art itself a new freedom of action. It's
                                                                                often pointed out that writers are at a disadvantage, com-
                                                                                pared to painters, because of the boundaries imposed by
                                                                                language—a writer cannot have his full impact in trans-
                                                                                lation. What is sometimes forgotten is the fact that most
                                                                                paintings are the prisoners, not of a system of grammar,
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