What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna
What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna
What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna
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WHAT PAINTING IS 71<br />
repression: they pretend that a high enough chroma takes paint<br />
out of the sewer and puts it in the fresh open air. Painters who<br />
work in browner and more traditional styles cannot acknowledge<br />
those facts, except as jokes: but their reluctance, or blindness,<br />
<strong>about</strong> what they do is better than the obliviousness of most<br />
painters, who think they are saved by bright colors and hardly<br />
give their excremental medium a second thought.<br />
The alchemists’ interest in putrefactio is shared by<br />
contemporary artists, many of whom see something beautiful in<br />
natural decay. The rotting fruit, blooming at the back of the<br />
refrigera<strong>to</strong>r, is also outlandishly beautiful with its crown of<br />
bluish hair spreading over a glowing orange skull. So is the throat<br />
ravaged with bronchitis, blossoming in smooth white flowers.<br />
And the bloated deer half-swamped in the lakeshore is also<br />
beautiful, with its gorgeous smooth hide stretched in<strong>to</strong> a lucent<br />
bubble. There are hundreds of examples in fine art, each more<br />
nauseating and compelling than the last. The installation artist<br />
Ann Hamil<strong>to</strong>n soaked a hundred thousand pennies in honey, and<br />
then let them gather a film of dust; Andres Serrano made<br />
stagnant infusions of piss, semen, and milk; Frances Whitehead<br />
works with fabrics soaked in water, mud, oils, resins, and<br />
perfumes. In the time I have been teaching artists—a little less<br />
than a decade—I have seen rows of moulding slices of bread,<br />
desiccating open jars of baby food, bottles half-filled with fetid<br />
<strong>to</strong>ma<strong>to</strong>es, rotting fish dampened with a sprinkler system, and<br />
condoms stuffed with swollen putrescent tapioca. 3 Beginning in<br />
the early 1970s, there have also been artworks made of old turds,<br />
dried blood, and sanitary napkins. If anything, contemporary<br />
artists are more inventive than their alchemical forbears in the<br />
search for the conjunction of the repulsive and the compelling. 4<br />
But it was alchemy that made that compulsion in<strong>to</strong> a principle.<br />
For alchemists, one of the great puzzles was how <strong>to</strong> begin the<br />
work. Their purpose was nothing less than <strong>to</strong> make perfection<br />
itself—and what artist imagines anything different?—and so they<br />
needed <strong>to</strong> think carefully <strong>about</strong> their raw ingredients. Some<br />
chose <strong>to</strong> begin with sulfur, mercury, and salt, but <strong>to</strong> others that<br />
seemed <strong>to</strong>o simpleminded, and doomed <strong>to</strong> failure. <strong>How</strong> could<br />
the perfect S<strong>to</strong>ne be made with such universally known<br />
substances? And so they set out in search of the proper object<br />
from which <strong>to</strong> begin—something not as obvious as sulfur or<br />
mercury, something that would never occur <strong>to</strong> a literal mind, or a