Saturday, August 3, 2019

Keith Vaughan (1912-1977) - Drawings from the War Years

Keith Vaughan
Three Figures in a Group at Night
ca. 1939-45
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Group of Figures and Shading Studies
ca. 1939-45
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Four Studies of Figures and Study of a Beach
ca. 1939-45
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Two Men washing
ca. 1939-45
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
A Barrack Room
1942
drawing
Imperial War Museum, London

The Circus Animals' Desertion

I

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.

II

What can I but enumerate old themes?
First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
But what cared I that set him on to ride,
I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride?

And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
'The Countess Cathleen' was the name I gave it;
She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
But masterful Heaven had intervened to save it.
I thought my dear must her own soul destroy,
So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
This dream itself had all my thought and love.

And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
It was the dream itself enchanted me:
Character isolated by a deed
To engross the present and dominate memory.
Players and painted stage took all my love,
And not those things that they were emblems of.

III

Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

– William Butler Yeats (1939)

Keith Vaughan
Figure draping a Cloth over a Frame
ca. 1941-42
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Cook
1941
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Group with Ball on Beach
ca. 1941-44
drawing
Tate Gallery


Keith Vaughan
Two Men felling a Tree
1941
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Two Men working with Axes
1941
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Four Studies of Figures
ca. 1943-46
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Phallic Shapes
ca. 1943-46
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Eight Studies of Figures
ca. 1943-46
drawing
Tate Gallery

Keith Vaughan
Communication of Hate
ca. 1943-46
ink, graphite, pastel and watercolor on paper
Tate Gallery