An Alasdair Gray drawing is unmistakable. The strength and strangeness of his utterly distinctive line – perhaps too controlled to be called “serpentine”, but far too intuitive to be merely “precise” – lets his imagination loose on paper or canvas, invoking Faust in his study, Saint Jerome in his cave or Jonah in his whale.
Gray’s pen summons the graceful and the grotesque on a grand scale, but his quick, unpretentious portrait drawings have something of his brilliance on full view. It’s fascinating to note that the quality of Gray’s markedly original line does little to impose on the personality of his sitters. Sharp and stylised as his line may be, his portraits of friends excite feelings of genuine intimacy – very often, an Alasdair Gray drawing appears to show a real presence arrested in a moment’s glance.
As Gray’s portrait of Mary Bliss shows, the quality of his line allows him to eloquently describe the quirks which characterise a real human presence. He is at once mercilessly incisive – note Mary’s bottom lip, bulging rather inelegantly in an unguarded moment – and also totally sympathetic. We’re left feeling that Mary’s naturally benign expression, wrought all over her face, is authentic. The drawing might have been executed quite speedily and it might now look a little rough round the edges, but it stands up as a strong example of a frighteningly keen eye and a magnificently capable hand conspiring together.
Gray made several drawings of his friend Mary Bliss around 1960. After one evening spent drawing, despite a lingering sense that Mary was perhaps less than enamoured with what he’d produced, Gray indulged his modus operandi and, out of the blue, proposed marriage. “She sensibly refused”, he later reported.