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JL. I can see what you mean by this heavenly light coming down but you see this painting of Begonias -

Begonias

 
RA. Yes - that's earlier.
 
JL. That's picture making in a particular tradition which you are trying to express or trying to give form to the external appearance of things.
 
RA. Yes.
 
JL. You appear to be trying to express what might be religious ideas.
 
RA. Yes, almost.
 
JL. You are trying to paint the outside from the inside.  Here in "The Begonias" you are painting the outside.
 
RA. That's quite true.
 
JL. So why do you think that is?
 
RA. I had quite a fascination at one time of going to the HIGHGATE CEMETRY and wandering around drawing gravestones.  The lettering reminded me of the beauty my father had explained to me in the Roman lettering on the base of the Trojan Column in Rome.  Looking at lettering to me is something like a blind person must experience when they touch Braille.  The beauty of these letters in conjunction with other lines, curves and geometric shapes speaks to me as if they are symbols, not explaining who lies below but as if beckoning one to another time - not for material reasons, but just to be.  This "Being" I believe removes the shackles from the imagination and as Delacroix said "the true painter is the one in whom the imagination speaks before everything else and speaks in order to make known the macrocosm that man carries within him".  In the Philebus of Plato Socrates says "I will try to speak of the beauty of shapes, and I do not mean, as most people would suppose, the shapes of living figures, or their imitations in painting, but I mean straight lines and curves and the shapes made from them, by the lathe, ruler or square.  They are not beautiful for any particular reason or purpose, as other things are, but are eternally, and by their very nature, beautiful, and give a pleasure of their own quite free from the itch of desire; and in this way colours can give a similar pleasure".  In "Garden Allotments", the gravestones gradually formed into clumps of daisies.  
 
JL. These were the gravestones.  Were you rather morbid at that time?
 
RA. Not in the slightest.  I found there was a kind of tremendous energy in those London graveyards, beautiful sculptures and white lines, tension and growth and bushes growing in/out among the gravestones. 
 
JL. What painters particularly interested you at that time or writers?
 
RA. The most immediate influence from any exhibition I had seen since first coming to London at the age of nineteen was the Picasso one at the Tate Gallery in 1960.  This is apparent in the painting "Honesty" 1960 purchased by Lincoln College.

 

Honesty

 

 
JL  How old were you when you left the Royal Academy?
 
RA. Twenty-three.
 
JL After eight years at art school, tell me what happened then.
 
RA. At that stage I met Ann.
 
JL. At the  Academy Schools?
 
RA. Yes, in the dark corridors of the Academy schools and from there I think we influenced each other as regards painting, as she was also painting.
 
JL. Where did she come from?
 
RA. Brighton.
 
JL. The other direction?
 
RA. She had been to the Brighton College of Art.
 
JL. But you left the Academy school - what did you do then?  Where did you go physically?
 
RA. Physically - actually we were married as students.
 
JL. You were married at the schools?
 
RA. While we were at the schools for nine months approximately, we were still students.
 
JL. So now I have to think about both of you.  So what happened then?
 
RA. We actually lived in Battersea area - Clapham Common.
 
JL. So you stayed in London.
 
RA. We stayed in London and exhibited some pictures at a Battersea Show and we won the 1st and 2nd prize as husband and wife, which was sort of entertaining for the press to grasp - Carol Weight did the judging.
 
JL. Oh yes.  But you were painting every day at Battersea?
 
RA. Yes.
 
JL. How were you living?
 
RA. We were still students.
 
JL. When you left the schools in the summer of 1961, what then?
 
RA. In September of that year I started teaching, unfortunately for too long.
 
JL. Where did you teach?
 
RA. In Kent, in a secondary school in Kent.
 
JL. You taught in a secondary school - so you both went down to Kent.
 
RA. Went to live in Kent.
 
JL. How long did you teach there?
 
RA. Three years.
 
JL. Three years solid?
 
RA. Yes, full time.
 
JL. Three years in Dartmoor mate.
 
RA. It was - I considered it National Service.  The reason that I believe this was not a happy time - I intuitively felt that to teach a child to conform to a set examinational mould was like hanging a millstone around the child's neck.
 
In William Blake's poem "Tiriel" it describes with scathing indignation the consequence of "Forming" a child according to the laws of mechanistic rationalism imposing all from the outside and regardless of the mysterious formative laws of life itself.  Childhood, for Blake, is the purest essence of the spirit of life; the thing itself.  The instructions of education can add nothing to Being.  "Everything that lives is holy" not by virtue of any added qualities, but in it's essence:
 
"I have no name
"I am but two days old
what shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
"Joy is my name".
 
Childhood - innocence - was for him not a state of inexperience and ignorance but the state of pure being.
Notwithstanding that, I did work under an excellent Head teacher who gave me generous space to teach those not taking formal examinations to "See".
 
JL. So did you do very much painting when you were in Kent?
 
RA. A little when Francis and Richard were growing up.
 
JL. This is one of them "Mother and Child".

RA. The Womb Today. Child feeling brother kicking and protected by two angels. Oil on Canvas102 ×127cm 1963

 

 
RA. Yes, Richard was inside and Francis is feeling the heartbeat or movement.  What I think is particularly important is this love between the two which I do not think you will find in any other paintings anywhere.  The eyes have disappeared and you get beams of light which, in Garden Allotments" and "Honesty" 1960, one could say the seeds were germinating. Many years later I came across the following lines from Thomas Hardy's "Return of the Native."  "The eyes of each were then so intently converged upon the stone that one could fancy their beams were visible, like rays in a fog." Also "Seven Ages of Man" in which Richard, now two, plays the leading role.

 

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