To enter into Alasdair Gray’s world is to enter a wonderland of imagination that bursts off the page, canvas and stage to offer possibilities of other ways of living rooted in the big, messy bloom of humanity. Gray’s passing aged 85 is the loss of an artistic titan, whose breadth of vision in word, brush and thought helped reimagine infinity for the city of Glasgow and its people that became his canvas, his story-board and his dream-scape. You could get a glimpse of that world stepping into Gray’s home in the west end of the city, where paintings of his literary and artistic contemporaries and of those close to him down the decades lined his front room. The acquired clutter suggested a life that was an endless work in progress, its expansive Blakeian shades reaching out for the stars, the universe and beyond. I fleetingly witnessed this first-hand when I visited Gray to interview him and artist Siobhan Healy about their forthcoming exhibition, Biodiversity: A Cabinet of Curios...
An archive of arts writing by Neil Cooper. Effete No Obstacle.