Stanley William Hayter, the eighty-four-year-old English printmaker and painter, has a demonic way with a line. In the two-gallery retrospective of Hayter’s career mounted on Fifty-seventh Street in December each journey of the engraver’s metal tool, of the draftsman’s pen, or of the brush dipped in black paint was as powerful as the snap of a whip—one’s eyes felt yanked almost violently through the space. (Hayter’s paintings and drawings were on view at the Armstrong Gallery, his prints at Sylvan Cole.) Hayter uses these lines to build up images which range from humanoids with octopus-like limbs to patterns of ocean currents and the equally wavelike curves of non-Euclidean geometry. His work suggests a fluid, unstable, dissolving universe. In perhaps the most beautiful work in the two shows, a 1943 drawing called Shells from a Wave, Hayter’s lines keep pulling out toward the edges of the sheet in long sweeps of the pen and then bounding back toward the center. Dragging in, flying out, these lines begin to build up a curvaceously labyrinthine mesh of an image which suggests two nuggets of substance—shells—entwined in a watery rhythm of lines of several different thicknesses. The image gives the sense of a process: the force of the draftsman’s hand is still alive in the running, jumping swirls of the ink. And there’s also something mysterious and slightly spooky about the diaphanousness of it all. A. Hyatt Mayor, the legendary curator of prints at the Metropolitan Museum, characterized Hayter’s art perfectly in
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 4 Number 7, on page 45
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