Posted on 05/10/2003 5:02:44 AM PDT by jalisco555
I HAVE NEVER met anyone who told me they loved modern art. No one ever came up to me, their eyes glowing with pleasure, telling me I just must see, say, the new wall drawings by Sol Lewitt in the 1970s, or the smashed-plate paintings by Julian Schnabel in the 1980s, or the life-size, glazed porcelain figures by Jeff Koons in the 1990s.
I have, however, met plenty of people who have told me that I ought to like modern art. There is some place for ought in life, but none at all in art; art is a gift, not a duty. The people who told me that it was my job as a curator to like modern art invariably had a vested interest in so doing: either they earned their living making, teaching, criticising or curating modern art, or they came from the worlds of the media and marketing, who genuinely admire anything that can attract so much attention.
To counter this cynical, commercial compromising of artistic craft, learning and judgment, it is vital to focus on what art is actually about on its meaning, not on its promotion, nor even its packaging. Content cannot exist without form and, obviously, marketing influences that form, as it influences everything to which we want to attract attention. The crucial question is: how good is the content? If we take our eye off that for a second, we are in danger of being distracted by the wrapping.
Unbelievable as it might seem to those unfamiliar with the world of modern art, the self-styled artist Piero Manzoni canned, labelled, exhibited and sold his own excrement (90 tins of it) in the early 1960s. The Tate has recently acquired No 68 of this canned edition for the sum of £22,300. They have coyly catalogued it as a tin can with paper wrapping with unidentified contents. None of those who collected Manzonis tins has, as far as I know, tested the veracity of their contents, but then, who would want to?
In another work, Manzoni drew a line on a strip of paper a single long line, in ink rolled it up, put it in a tube, sealed it and recorded the length of the line and the date of its making on a label pasted to the outside of the tube. The idea was that these tubes, containing lines of different lengths, should remain unopened.
This takes the triumph of wrapping over content to its logical, but sterile, conclusion. How can a line you cannot see be art? Nevertheless the Tate has two of these tubes in its collection.
It is all too obvious to anyone not in the art world (though always denied by those within it) that a rift has opened between the art being promoted in contemporary galleries and the art that people like to hang on their walls at home.
Samuel Kootz was perhaps the first of a new breed of art entrepreneurs, among whom Charles Saatchi is currently the best known. During the Second World War Kootz saw his big chance, not just to make New York the art capital of the world while Paris was occupied by the Nazis, but to maintain its supremacy after the war was over. This could only be achieved, Kootz realised, if the big spenders in America started to spend big money on American art.
In 1943 Kootz thought he had found the artist who could deliver the goods: Byron Browne. Brownes art at the time was described as individual, athletic and showing constant growth. This gives no idea of what Brownes paintings were actually like. In fact they now look like painfully sad imitations of Picasso. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, as depicted in his triptych, could hardly look less alarming with their clippity-clop shoes, electric-whisk heads and B-movie Martian hairdos.
It is easy to make fun of Browne at this distance in time when the difference between Picassos innovations and the efforts of his followers has become so clear, but it is less easy to forgive Kootz. He was perhaps one of the first art dealers to apply the methods of saturation marketing to his trade. By 1951, Kootz realised that he had made a mistake and he sold all his Brownes in a deliberately demeaning sale in Gimbels department store. This led to panic selling by other collectors. Browne was the first artist I know of to be dumped, a practice that was to become common in the increasingly cynical world of art.
Browne never recovered, but who cared? By then, Jackson Pollock had come along. The English painter Bridget Riley was one of many who thought that Pollocks art, while exciting and liberating on the one hand, was at the same time a dead end, leaving nothing to be explored. No artist could pick up where Pollock left off; none did, nor did it occur to anyone to try. While Pollock was being promoted as the greatest artist in America, Edward Hopper, a painter much more deserving of such an accolade, was being totally marginalised.
The very concept of art has been so brutalised in recent years that it is difficult to see how it can survive, let alone revive. Without a widely accepted understanding of what we mean by art, what chance has it to regenerate? The task we face is to clarify what distinguishes a genuine work of art from the ersatz products of today. The quality that links the paintings of Vermeer and Matisse, Grünewald and Picasso, and that earns them the status of works of art a status few would deny them is, I would suggest, the aesthetic light that appears to shine out from them. It is worth trying to get closer to what we mean by aesthetic light, because it is this light that will re-emerge after the eclipse has passed.
Any work of art worthy of the name has an instantaneous effect on first viewing. An artist might bring all sorts of feelings and thoughts into play, but unless he or she manages to make them all contribute to one encompassing, illuminating whole, the work of art will have no heart, no life of its own.
Looking at a great work of art makes one feel more fully aware of ones thoughts yet no longer wearied by them, more exposed to ones emotions yet no longer drained by them, more integrated, more composed more, in a word, conscious. It is the light of consciousness that great works ignite in our minds. It is this quality of luminosity that unites the divine visions of Piero della Francesca with the nightmares of Goya. This is the light that will return to art after the eclipse has passed. A found object, whether it is a brick or a urinal, cannot by itself inspire you with a heightened level of consciousness, just because it is selected and placed in a gallery. The man who designed the urinal did not make it to inspire ideas about art, but for men to urinate into. We can admire, if we are so inclined, the achievement of his aim. Yet how can we ever really know what was in Duchamps mind when he put it in a gallery?
What imaginative light emanated from Rachel Whitereads House? It had, it is true, a mournful presence, but this effect was due to its context rather than anything inherent in its form. One could feel sorry for it, but this was essentially a sentimental response, which depended on the feelings one brought to this encounter. Artists try to make statements that transcend private associations: that is what art is an unconditional gift to others. The greater the art is, the more detached it becomes from private meanings, and the more freely it stands as its own interpreter, to speak to all of humankind. By this criteria House does not even begin to be a work of art.
The most exciting thing that will happen as the eclipse passes will be the emergence of new talent all around us. There are thousands of artists around the world who have gone on creating art because they have not been able to do anything else with their lives, but whose work has been totally obscured.
Glorious new art, much of it modest though still valid, some of it profound, will emerge from the gloom. Among these hidden delights will be the great art of our times. The tragedy is that we cannot yet see it. Public galleries around the world show the same diet of narrow conceptualism, often by the same few, heavily promoted artists.
Great artists of the past had an easier job attracting public attention. They enjoyed, for centuries, a virtual monopoly on visual imagery. Since the invention of films and TV, photographs and colour printing, computers and DVDs, the artists share of the visual market has diminished considerably. But one only has to see the queues forming for a show of works by Dalí or Matisse, both of whom operated in this context, to know that there is still a hunger for the created image. It is not the need for art that has diminished, but the quality of art that is being shown. This is not because it is no longer being made. It is because a benighted view of art has a stranglehold on the few who choose what little art we are aloud to see. And the public acquiesce, because what else can they compare it with?
It is one of the most pernicious myths of modern art that we have discovered the great art of our age when, in fact, we have hardly begun to look for it.
Francis Davison was a John Sell Cotman of our era, an Abstract artist of monastic rigour. It is difficult to describe the effect of looking at his large collages made out of torn and cut coloured papers. At times it is like going for a walk when the whole visual environment the sky, the trees, the earth and the fields collapses about one into an encompassing, luminous pattern. Always his feeling for space and tone is immaculate, and his images glow. He worked in almost total obscurity until I put on an exhibition of his work at the Hayward Gallery in London in 1983, the year before he died.
Unknown to me, a young aspiring artist called Damien Hirst was bowled over by the show and spent the next two years trying to emulate Davisons art, until he gave up.
Hirst wrote later: Before I went to art school I saw a show at the Hayward Gallery of collages by an artist called Francis Davison that blew me away. When I moved to London a few years later, I was surprised to find out that nobody had heard of him, even though hed had a big show in a major public gallery.
Hirst learnt his lesson, and made sure that that never happened to him. He decided he would be famous whatever he did. Julian Stallabrass quotes Hirst as saying as early as 1990, before he had made his big breakthrough: I cant wait to get into a position to make really bad art and get away with it. At the moment if I did certain things people would look at it, consider it and then say f off. But after a while you can get away with things.
The artists of the eclipse have been getting away with things too long.
Julian Spalding was a founder of the Gallery of Modern Art in Glasgow. His book The Eclipse of Art: Tackling the Crisis in Art Today, is published by Prestel next Monday.
I know it's by design and no doubt can't be otherwise, but I still can't get next to the garrishness of it all, what with the use of extremes of art - exaggerated singing, exaggerated costumry (sp?; word?), exaggerated acting - it's all too much bombast for me.
And while I love a tenor, there isn't a soprano out there who doesn't make me wince during her performance.
So you see, either I'm not made for the Opera or the Opera is not made for me. But as the curator said; I'm not duty bound, so it's really no big deal right?
Yup, it's right at the south-west corner of downtown KCMO. The city spent a butt-load of money on the damn things, and it caused quite an uproar, for about 2 or 3 days. The mayor and city council can pretty much do what ever they want, the people be damned... Sort of a throw-back to the Pendergast days, just without the class...
Mark
Indeed, there is nothing necessarily wrong with having some entirely blasé piece of colored canvas on one's wall if it improves the overal 'feel' of a room. To be sure, in many settings a piece of real artwork might be overly distracting and not really suitable.
Still, I do think there's a major "Emperor's New Clothes" movement afoot in the "art" community. Just as the shysters in that story pursuaded people that if they were intelligent they should have no trouble seeing the emperor's fine raiment, so too with today's "art" peddlers. While I'll readily admit that there are some forms of artwork which are subtle and require a certain amount of discernment to appreciate, much of today's modern "art" has no real artistic merit whatsoever.
BTW, I don't think anyone has yet linked directly to it, but I highly recommend www.artrenewal.org. Wonderful sight, with thousands of absolutely positively gorgeous artworks. I can't recommend that site enough.
Dear Miss Marple, if you haven't seen it yet, please check out www.artrenewal.org (described in supercat's reply no. 87 above). It might be of interest to your sister and your daughter.
It's the stuff that is deliberately offensive or purposely ugly that I strongly object to. It's not as if there's an excess of beauty in the world after all. Why deliberately create ugliness?
Hey FReepers, I need help! I have a final exam for my Art Appreciation class on Monday night. The Prof is horrible-no ability to explain this stuff to people who don't have a clue, like me.
The essay question will require us to view a piece of art, place it to time and place and describe it. The only thing we discussed along this vein is sculpture. He talked a bit about early pre-Greek sculpture, moving to Greek, and then Roman.
My text touches on this very briefly and my limited ability to draw and describe what the prof said makes my notes unhelpful.
I've looked for web sites and find pictures but not any kind of explanation for what makes what, what. Can anyone help me?
Maybe, but you hadn't left Iowa. The Des Moines Art Center paid $200,000 for a Jeff Koons piece consisting of three wet-dry vacuum cleaners stacked in plexiglass boxes with fluorescent lights. Clearly, I am in the wrong job.
I have to agree; I don't have the independent twin I-beam suspension on my disbelief that it takes to believe that in La Bohéme, Mimi can still sing while dying of tuberculosis. :) I also have a hard time dealing with the thick layer of Ethel Mermanesque vibrato on the singing. Give me early music or even Bulgarian women's choruses over opera any time.
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