Humphrey Stone, Reynolds Stone: A Memoir, by Alan Powers
His name may not be well known, but the influence of Reynolds Stone runs deep, writes Alan Powers
Reynolds Stone: A Memoir
Humphrey Stone
The Dovecote Press, £35 ISBN 9780995546271
Reynolds Stone ( – ) combined the skills of wood engraver, type designer, letter cutter and watercolour painter. Although his name may never have spread beyond a small coterie, and is now largely forgotten, Stone is present for some of us whenever we need to prove our identity at home or when travelling abroad: it is his version of the Royal Arms that has been on UK passports since he engraved it on wood for Her Majesty’s Stationery Office in
. During the years prior to this, several of Stone’s near-contemporaries, such as Rex Whistler and Eric Ravilious, had been allowed to refresh the representation of British identity in graphic terms. Later, Stone himself designed banknotes of particular grace (Fig. ), with some of the same qualities as the passport arms, involving a deft calculation of visual weight, springiness of curved lines, and a sort of sobriety with a smile that is, surely, not a bad aspiration for a country’s self-image.
His work has not gone unrecorded, with books on his engravings by Myfanwy Piper ( ) and Kenneth Clark ( ), but Humphrey
Stone’s book, part biography, part visual survey, fills out the picture of his father’s personality, milieu and achievement. Reynolds Stone spent most of his adult life in an old rectory and its wild garden in West Dorset, a place he was reluctant to leave. Lacking any institutional training, he had already formed his artistic personality by the time of his marriage to Janet Woods in . Even if the book were not a family memoir, Janet, an aspiring opera singer who delighted friends with her Victorian-style dresses and liveliness, would still play a considerable part in her husband’s story. She attracted scholars, writers, musicians and artists to Litton Cheney,
photographed them and corresponded widely, including with Kenneth Clark, who, as his biographer James Stourton has revealed, enjoyed Janet’s company but left most of her letters, hundreds of them, unopened.
Among the different art forms that he practised, Reynolds Stone has rightly been most highly valued for his wood engravings. Typically, these depict the country, with glades, dells, churchyards and ruins embowered in delicately flecked greenery. In illustrating books, he brought a deep interpretative sympathy to very varied texts, from Jean-Jacques Rousseau to Thomas Aquinas (Fig. 4). He developed a genre of lettering in the medium as well, for majestic full-page inscriptions in ‘Trajan’ capitals, and for cursive italic bookplates (Fig. 2). As early as 1935 the bibliographer John Carter, his cousin, wrote, ‘It is difficult to mistake his work for that of any other artist.’
A brief encounter with Eric Gill in the 1930s eventually led Stone into letter-cutting on stone. At his home, this activity took place in a former barn, where a succession of assistants did most of the physical work to his designs, including Michael Harvey and John Andrew, who became well known in their own right. The names of some of those commemorated form an index to those times: Winston Churchill, Duff Cooper, Benjamin Britten.
A lesser-known aspect of Stone’s production, hardly considered in this book, was his published writing. In addition to introductions to the work of fellow engravers Thomas Bewick and Gwen Raverat, he contributed pieces to the Times Literary Supplement, which in his time were published anonymously but can now be identified, as well as several letters to the BBC’s magazine The Listener. While they do not necessarily alter our opinion of his visual work, they help in understanding the qualities of mind that made his company and conversation valued by figures such as Iris Murdoch (who incorporated a wood engraver in her 1964 novel, The Italian Girl), and his Dorset neighbour the novelist Sylvia Townsend Warner.
In an article for Apollo in October 2004, I tried to situate Stone in a putative ‘George VI style’, a span of years during which his path was set and from which he never deviated. Classicism was the basis of this style, with none of the sketchy quality often found among the Edwardians, but instead something purified, cool and sometimes even a little glacial in its perfection. It was not a uniquely English trend, finding echoes in the typographic transition of the German former modernist
Jan Tschichold to the dolls’ house grandeur seen in his style identity for King Penguin books. Unlike Tschichold or his friend John Piper, Stone had never been through a stage of modernist purification, but exercised a similar combination of logic and restraint in his design work, while as a pictorial artist his Romantic tendencies were restrained by attentive observation that can result in deeper insight. Townsend Warner described him ‘look[ing] at trees with an astonishing degree of love and trust and penetration; almost as though he were exiled from being a tree himself’.
Forty years after his death, Stone may come across as a privileged, irrelevant figure in his rural seclusion. He has yet to enjoy a revival of the kind accorded to his slightly older contemporaries Ravilious and Edward Bawden. Yet as the passport arms suggest, he was able to give a warmth to perfection that carries down the years, and Humphrey Stone’s book gives the most complete visual representation yet of what he did, with a narrative and analysis from first-hand knowledge that will allow others to build on his foundations.